Good morning Wednesday. The halfway house of the week. Where the distance between looking back and looking forward is the same. And a person could be forgiven for feeling like theyre in limbo. Always in sight of the past. Never in sight of the future. Perfectly balanced between regret and hope. The coffee shop is half full this morning. Or half empty. Big Red is behind the bar. Fiery hair and fiery personality. Dangerous eyes and a heart as big as Kansas. Defender of the hurt. Protector of the weak. Serving up cups of solace to the folk queued up on the other side. A skinny latte for the skinny blonde in cut off jeans and cut off hair. A cappuccino with a smiley face for a frowning three-piece suit with day-glow pink socks. A pot of green tea and two cups for The Secretary and her executive friend. And there, at the tail end of the line, are two individuals fraught with indecision. Here for a time out. A welcome break. Their future together balanced finely on a knife edge. He favouring one road. She preferring another. Neither wishing to choose. The past and the future. Waiting for double espressos. Nearly their turn....nearly their turn. Little Italy walks in from the room at the back. Surveys the scene. Spots the pair and catches the mood in an instant. Without breaking step she looks to the right. Fifteen feet along and eight feet up. The box on the wall knows the routine. Number 16 takes its place and lowers itself onto the spinning disc. Enter Mr Sedaka. Not the fast Neil. The slow one. Dont take your love...away from me...dont you leave my heart in misery...if you go then Ill be blue...cause breaking up is hard to do. He looks at her. She looks at him. Maybe next week. Maybe next year. Maybe never. Dont break up...make up. Be cool....
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 10:52:39 +0000
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