Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Is it raining? At an outdoor café in Novi Sad under an expansive web of umbrella-like-awnings, I wait for a slice of pizza. The tent above is tapped like there is rain, but pedestrians show no signs of it. No one ducks or covers their miraculously shiny hair; they just walk along, leisurely, strolling under the drops.
The waitress arrives with my food, but she does not set the plate before me. She sets it before the seat on my left and gives me a wink. Next to the plate, she thuds a red bottle of ketchup, a standard pizza topping here, though I demur. Quietly.
I move to the pizza-facing seat and nibble untouched as rain pours through the awnings above and fills the seat where I’d been scrawling. I hunt for her later to trade an appreciative glance for her small smirk of knowledge, as others leave their rain-gathering spots with surprise.
nice one! 🙂
It is those little niceties that makes our lives beautiful.
An inescapable truth: Europeans and Latin Americans seem to be follicly impervious to moisture from the sky. I have, in the midst of sprinting through an Argentine subtropical downpour, wet as a drowned, revived, and re-drowned cat, observed the casual strolling of my fellow rain-ees, looking like they just stepped off the set of a Loreal commercial. Not fair…
Hahahaa! Well, that’s vivid! While abroad, I did acquire a fondness for walking in the rain–with a cap on my head instead of an umbrella. But perhaps that only came because otherwise I’d never get out. 🙂
Pizza in the rain. How satisfying!
Perhaps I’ll do it again, if we could get some rain around here. 🙂
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On a rainy day…
Ketchup on a pizza, Paige ? Oh aaarghh … Nice interaction.:-)
Funny how in Paris or in France, I almost never carried an umbrella or wore a raincoat with a hood. Now in California where rain is a rarety I cherish it and yet duck away when it falls. As for the waitress I love it when so much is said without a single word. Nice post, as always, Paige.
Thank you, Evelyne! I feel like I’m the only one wearing a hat in the rain and avoiding umbrellas. I do worry about harming someone and I hate to carry things. 🙂 That’s a Nabokov quotations, I think… (checking…)
“I had a suitcase with me and it hampered my movements, for I belong to the class of people who hate carrying anything. ” From Despair. Yet, not such a despairing quotation, I think. I’m in!
Thank you for your kind comment–