During the Month of August 2018, Each day I Wrote Two pages of fiction in my Travelers Notebook. Here are some of the extracts.
August 17th
“Usual” asked the girl behind behind the counter.
“please” he responded with a smile and pulling his wallet out of his back pocket.
“hows it been today” he asked the other girl as she began to put together his sandwich.
“been busy, enjoying the quite time before it picks up at around 4’ish”
“fair enough” He looked around the cafe with a dozen or so tables with only 6 people sat eating and drinking. His eyes stopped at the table in the corner by the window, where a girl sat with a plate with a half eaten cake and an untouched cup of coffee. She sat scribbling in a notebook franticly, passionately.
“She’s been here for nearly two hours, thats her second cup of coffee that she hasn’t touched.” said the girl placing his late on the try.
“Is she a regular?”
“Nope.. what ever she is writing has got to be important. my be she’s a student.”
As he watched her putting words on the paper, then flicking back through pages and crossing through words, lines. she pushed her hair off her face tucking it behind her ear. He suddenly realised.
“I know her.” His stomach tightened with that thought. He recognised the ring, the tattoo on her arm.
“You should go and say hi. Make sure that the pens not running out” smiled the other girl, placing his bacon and egg roll on the tray.
It couldn't be her. could it? It had been so long. Maybe it wasn't her? May be he was wrong?
“No that wouldn't be a good idea.”
Suddenly she stopped and jumped up startled. knocking the coffee of the edge of the table. She stared straight at him shocked at seeing him. She grabbed the notebook and quickly left.
“I think she remembers you”
He watched her leave and stared at the door after her. It was her, he could not believe it. He thought he would never see her again considering. But here she was still the same after 300 years.
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