Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I’m early to the doctor’s office, so I stay in my car to read a book. An older woman in a white minivan arrives. She parks, then unearths a book of her own. We read in the same posture, I notice. Naturally, my future self interests me greatly.
She wears a jacket that is black and white with cheetah and tiger prints. Both. I can’t believe I could have grown so bold. I beam at her unnoticed. She mutters a bit as she reads. She wipes her cheek. Her gold necklace glints at me from across the row of cars.
Suddenly, she looks around. She sits upright, gazes in her side-view mirror. She turns right and gazes back into the empty minivan. It’s as though she can feel the punctual ghost of her past self watching over her. We clearly can’t focus, even for a few precious passages. We both mark our places and lower our books in order to dream.