Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A man with a pink-striped polo shirt with a nonetheless tough disposition walks by the café window. He sees the sixty-something red-haired woman at a table inside. He breaks out in a smile. A toddler walks along, one hand in her mother’s hand, the other arm swinging to keep up with her mother’s pace. They both smile at the woman as well, while she fidgets with her gold jewelry and lightly touches the lines around her eyes.
She catches my gaze and grin as well, then give a sort of excuse, “Everyone smiles at you!” She replies that it’s probably because she’s from Texas.
She waits at the table for two in the café while her husband makes several trips to deliver their various lunch elements. One item at a time he totes a plate with a caramel pecan roll, two beverages, a plate with soup and bread, a plate with a sandwich. As he passes me, scribbling in my notebook, he remarks: “Dear Mom and Dad, I am sitting in a restaurant. Classes are going well. Please send money.” I light up and she seems relieved that his teasing is well-received.
He puts the straw in her soda. She has claimed a wobbly table and he tries to repair it with some folded napkins. She tells him not to bother, instead they restrict their movements slightly. Though they eat their small meal in relative silence, it does move like a calm and courteous love.