[8] – Tomorrow
The shopkeeper approached
The two
Who were now sitting on the floor
Laughing at
Small Talk.
"It's nine o'clock."
The girl nodded
Then got up and brushed
At her coffee stained sweater.
The bookstore closes at
Nine o'clock
The boy had realized.
He reached into his pocket
And pulled out a crumpled up
Coffee stained receipt
From the coffeehouse down
The street.
Taking the pen tucked
Behind the girl's ear,
He circled the time the receipt had been printed.
(( 9 o'clock ))
He handed it to her.
The bell above jingled
As the girl left the
Now empty bookstore.
"Tomorrow!"
The boy called after
As the last of her coffee smelling aroma
Left the bookstore empty.
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Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
