Life At A Glance

She didn’t ask. She just sat down and I didn’t say anything. She brought a large latte with her and on the side it read: Sarah. She looked like a Sarah. I eyed my book but couldn’t focus on the words so I stole images. Her drinking coffee. Her hazel eyes focused on her book. She was cute. Her hair matched her eyes, but there was a tint of red. Perhaps she had dyed it once. Maybe her parents had red hair. Maybe her children would have red hair. Maybe they would be our children if I could find the courage. She would look lovely in a wedding dress. Her smile was captivating, but she wasn’t looking at me. A man came over and gave her a kiss, and they left. That’s all it took. One moment we were happy, then we were strangers, and she didn’t seem to care.

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