The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.
To her left was an automat. The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries beckoned her inside. Even though it was quite late, the small cafeteria was full of drifters and families waiting for the next train to arrive. She settled in a small table near the door to keep an eye on the taxis. She removed her gloves and placed them on the table to hold her spot. Not to her notice though, one of the gloves had fallen on the floor. She purchased a simple cup of black coffee and a blueberry muffin with some spare nickels she carried.
She made her way back to her seat and opened the muffin. She looked up to notice a man approaching her. He was tall, lean and looked to be in his early twenties, as was she. Without saying a word, he bent down near the table, picking up her glove.
“Excuse me miss, but I think you dropped this.” He said flashing a perfect smile and holding out the glove to her.
“Oh, thank you! These are my favorite pair, I would have been very sad had I left it.” She took the glove in one hand and reached out the
“Yes Samantha let me get it”. Tamara took off her backpack and got out the lotion and gave it to me.
Someone tapped her shoulder lightly and she looked over to find Octavia giving her a weak smile. “Here,” she said, offering her one of the roughly made cups that they had made at some point.
He handed her first a fresh handkerchief. She draped her eyes then took the box from him.
While the numbness slowly left her fingers, Grace placed her order at the counter, chatting casually with the woman working. Taking the coffee and muffin, Grace turned around to find a seat only to see the face of someone she had never expected to see in this town. She almost dropped what was in her hands, but quickly steadied herself and walked to a table near the window.
"I hear you. I'm lost without mine, too," Marcie said to her, conversationally, while reaching into a back pocket
“Thank you, Sir.” He felt the hand at his side disappear only to lift his chin.
As she admired the box, a man, who was about seven feet tall, wearing a shining, almost glowing robe, approached her. "May I help you, madam?"
“Take this.” She said, pulling away from me. I looked down at her palm to see the necklace that she wears every day.
“That cheating bastard!” Amanda Lane angrily flung the newspaper on the dining table. The newspaper hit her coffee mug, which fell on the hardwood floor. The ceramic mug broke spilling the coffee. Amanda watched as the coffee trickled on the floor, making a small river of coffee slowly inching towards the carpet in the living area. She knew she should get up and clean the mess. But she just couldn’t move. Her limbs were frozen.
“Thank you, Lily.” He turned around so she could see every detail. “Would you like to join us for dinner?” She nodded and the threesome made their way down the corridor to the feasting hall, but when the length and speed of Mangus’ strides suddenly increased, it made it difficult for Travin and Lily to maintain his pace.
She set the small, half, broken box on the table. As she swung her arm over to get a small, pocket knife she had
“Thank you.” The words were so faint that I almost missed them and I noticed a tear forming before she reentered the queue.
Angela went into the kitchen and passed the refrigerator. She barely paid attention to her surroundings. Getting a mug down from the cabinet, she made herself a cup of instant coffee. She settled on the couch and noticed something odd from the corner of her eye.
At first I just laughed, but I understood and allowed him to linger in the car for this one cross examination. I walked up to them hoping I don’t completely and utterly ruin their dinner. “Good evening,” I said,” I hope I’m not barging into something important.” “No you’re just fine. Please, take a seat,” she replied. She had ordered Blonde d’ Aquitaine veal, Emily ordered Butter poached imperial prawns, and Allyson got the Guanaja chocolate mousse. It seemed they hadn’t been here for a while, because Allyson had barely touched mousse. “What brings you here this evening?” Janet asked as if she didn’t know.
Her grandmother knew she wouldn’t come to the door because, assuming she was asleep, whenever she tried to rouse her awake she’d never answer.