I watched the woman from the corner of my eye. She was scarfing down a set of blueberry pancakes, taking a break every few minute to sip her latte. The old lady looked about 80. When her pancakes were done i listened to her order a plate of eggs and bacon. I stared back at my plate of hash browns. I felt my mother staring at me. "Eat." She instructed. I stabbed the potatoes making one of the peaces drown in a pool of grease and butter.
I let my eyes draw back to the old woman in the corner. She was already almost done cleaning her plate. Her latte was almost gone and i had a feeling she would be leaving soon. I decided my mom wouldn't let me leave until those potato hash browns were in my stomach. I plopped the greasy food into my mouth. It tasted like fried fat. I felt a shocking sound in the back of my throat. I had to finish the plate. My stomach started to grumble. I wouldn't stop till the plate was clean. Finally i chewed my last piece. The woman in the corner had slipped on a red mink fur coat. She was styling a matching pair of gloves and had a leather wallet clutched in her red silky fingers. I felt a deep burning sensation, it felt curious. I knew i had to follow her. My little curious body couldn't control the urge to follow this woman. "Mom, i um am gonna walk home. I uh might make a few stops." "uh huh." She replied not looking up from her New York Times. YES YES YES!!! I was screaming on the inside.
I swung open the door, making sure that i heard the jingle. Soon later the old woman followed flipping open a pack of cigarettes. She reached into her fur coat and pulled out a long cigarette holder. The old woman looked like a old movie star from the 50's. Once the cigarette was lit she unlocked a red Porsche and drove off. She just drove off with me mouth hanging open and thinking that i have to run. But i didn't. I just stayed there watching the woman get farther away. I had blown it. I am not even show what i had blown but i felt like i did something wrong. I started to walk home, something was odd about that woman.
30 years later...
"So Eli then told me he wanted to marry me. I mean what should i say. We met only 2 years ago." Linda sounded distressed. The truth is i wasn't paying any attention to her or her marriage. I was watching an old woman. She looked about 80, and was stuffing her face with chocolate chip pancakes, only stopping to sip her latte. something seemed weird. This woman seemed odd. I felt like i knew her. She was wearing a deep purple mink fur coat.
I wanted to follow her.
I let my eyes draw back to the old woman in the corner. She was already almost done cleaning her plate. Her latte was almost gone and i had a feeling she would be leaving soon. I decided my mom wouldn't let me leave until those potato hash browns were in my stomach. I plopped the greasy food into my mouth. It tasted like fried fat. I felt a shocking sound in the back of my throat. I had to finish the plate. My stomach started to grumble. I wouldn't stop till the plate was clean. Finally i chewed my last piece. The woman in the corner had slipped on a red mink fur coat. She was styling a matching pair of gloves and had a leather wallet clutched in her red silky fingers. I felt a deep burning sensation, it felt curious. I knew i had to follow her. My little curious body couldn't control the urge to follow this woman. "Mom, i um am gonna walk home. I uh might make a few stops." "uh huh." She replied not looking up from her New York Times. YES YES YES!!! I was screaming on the inside.
I swung open the door, making sure that i heard the jingle. Soon later the old woman followed flipping open a pack of cigarettes. She reached into her fur coat and pulled out a long cigarette holder. The old woman looked like a old movie star from the 50's. Once the cigarette was lit she unlocked a red Porsche and drove off. She just drove off with me mouth hanging open and thinking that i have to run. But i didn't. I just stayed there watching the woman get farther away. I had blown it. I am not even show what i had blown but i felt like i did something wrong. I started to walk home, something was odd about that woman.
30 years later...
"So Eli then told me he wanted to marry me. I mean what should i say. We met only 2 years ago." Linda sounded distressed. The truth is i wasn't paying any attention to her or her marriage. I was watching an old woman. She looked about 80, and was stuffing her face with chocolate chip pancakes, only stopping to sip her latte. something seemed weird. This woman seemed odd. I felt like i knew her. She was wearing a deep purple mink fur coat.
I wanted to follow her.