Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
In the tiny café, one has to adapt to custom and share a table with a stranger. I receive a welcome from a woman with hip glasses and excellent posture. She is Gisela, a retired teacher from Linz. She taught biology. And drama. This makes me grin, which makes her grin. She is visiting Vienna alone and stopped here for a relatively okay coffee, which she sips on for nearly 40 minutes.
We begin speaking German but without my noticing, she shuffles us into English. Probably best. She came to Vienna for a week while her husband went to a trade show. She delights in not having to ask anyone where to go, or what to do. She sighs a little and says I probably get to enjoy that every day–as a single woman. That I am so accustomed to making my own choices that I wouldn’t even notice how free I really am. We smile again at each other and gaze out at the city unaccompanied.