Tuesday's Tale

A short story cont...

Now he had even more proof that it was possible for their life together to return. Her call, the calm voice speaking to him through the wires. "Can you meet at the Chelsea for coffee tomorrow morning, 9 ok?, I'll be there. Hope you will too." How those few words could have so many hidden messages most wouldn't understand. Victor found himself replaying them, searching for a clue as to why he was here now, waiting for her to arrive, when she was the one who had said " I'll be there..."

He glanced around at the other customers, mostly couples exchanging loving glances, perhaps thinking of their previous night together; still naked and warm. Victor remembered how her body felt as he held her under the soft swarm of blankets . She had felt like no other, he could feel her heart pounding, almost as if it were his own after they made love.

Now as he scanned Chelsea's patio full of enchanted lovers, awakening with their hot cups of tea and coffee, he saw no sight of her. A few women had similar features as hers; soft blond hair and pale skin. He even found that some of their body language was identical to hers; legs dangling while their feet crossed under the table or a long caress of their own neck. Did all of this symbolize something? Were all women secretly narcissistic and only holding on for their own pleasures.

Victor pulled himself together as he almost hallucinated her appearance and decided to order a light breakfast. Maybe an eggs benedict would somehow ease his impatience. He knew she should arrive soon enough. How he longed to tell her how much he missed her and how their lives were meant to be spent together. He continued to wait.