A series of stories.....
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| LIFE: COFFEEHOUSE STYLE ~ WITH A HOLIDAY TWIST FOR 2016 |
.....as seen through my eyes!
By: Jacqueline E. Hughes
The neighborhood coffeehouse is a refuge for those
seeking conversation with friends, free WiFi, a cozy corner to create in, a
good coffee and tea selection, as well as a little peace and
solitude....especially during the hustle and bustle of this holiday season. You,
my friends, will come up with more, but three places that make me feel subdued
to the point of gentle whispers and soft, controlled movements are places of
worship, libraries, and our local coffeehouse.
You might think otherwise about the noise level within our coffeehouse since
most of us do gather with the direct purpose of talking, reuniting with old friends, and conducting business. Even so, each time I swing open the large, double French doors, my
visual consists of pockets of interesting people but, my audio, like music to my
ears, includes everything from the hissing of the espresso machine to the
inquisitive expressions of the barista trying to determine if an order is for
'here' or 'to go.'
My tall mug of Brazilian light roast was meant for a
leisurely visit 'here' with ample opportunity to listen-in on the conversations
going on around me. I promise myself to always be discreet as I snuggle into a
comfortable chair at a corner table. From this vantage point, even facial
expressions can tell a story and my imagination, earnestly, takes flight. After
all, subtle observation with a certain degree of discretion is a writer's
persona. It may be cold outside, but the warmth of coffee and conversation
inside lends a festive atmosphere with Christmas only a few days
away.....
Interpreted thoughts:
BRYAN: (Sitting at a small table alone, with sketch pad
in hand. Quizzical look on his young, rugged face.) Man, I needed this cuppa
this morning! I hope my friend (Josh...shall we say?) isn't snowed in. I need
his opinion and text on this sketch. Whew.... Glad I'm a graphic designer right
about now instead of pursuing creative writing at State. I don't think I could
adequately put into words what I'm feeling at this moment, and make any sense of
what's happening in this crazy world today. Anyway, at least I can draw my
feelings. Hope they approve of them, too.
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MILLY: (Seasoned looking writer near a small window.
Apple i-Pad opened in front of her. Fingers poised over the add-on keyboard.
Salt & pepper hair is wind-blown with Hippie-like intent.) Merde!!! I
need another cup of coffee. My hands aren't even shaking yet!! (Smile grows on
her soft, crepe-aged face) Submitting this one later this afternoon, old
girl! I've been successfully creating poetry for ages now and, I'm so grateful
that the thoughts and ideas keep flowing. Seems this place has offered me
warmth, inspiration and lots of coffee over the years. (Scrutinizing the
bold-faced watch on her left arm) Well, still time to check Facebook for a few
minutes. Remember to get a to-go cup for the chilly walk home
later...
**********
ALICE: (Swirling her teabag to the point of frustration.
Waiting for someone to join her...soon. Lines crease her forehead. Her young,
pretty face aging with each tick of the 'cup-n-saucer' clock that hangs on the
wall above her.) Well, Merry Christmas to me!!! And, I thought I was so smart!
He'd better get here soon before I turn into a blubbering, hot mess!! I'm not
ready for this. This wasn't planned. This is not how I wanted it to play out for
us. Well, he's not going to run. (Her deep blue eyes squinting at the French
door entryway) Neither one of us is ready to be a parent.... But, it will
work-out. We'll make it work-out together because, damn it....I love him so
much!
**********
Snapping back into reality, I see that Bryan's friend, (Josh, perhaps?), has arrived, kicking snow from his shoes, coffee in hand. Milly
is sipping the third cup of 'strong black' I've seen since perching myself in
this corner observation deck. And, it appears that our beautiful, young Alice
has lost her nerve, abandoned her tea and abruptly exited through the swinging French doors! "Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming
the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to
the heart!" so quotes the Cheshire Cat. Now, I sit here hoping that I wasn't,
actually, right about our sweet Alice. That wouldn't be fair.
Polite observations:
LADY IN RED: (Sipping a cafe mocha for pleasure and
warmth) I am so blessed this year. All of our kids and 'kiddles' will be coming
home for the holidays. Even Randy is on a week's leave from his latest tour in
Afghanistan!
LADY IN BLUE: Does everyone know about Randy coming home?
LADY IN RED: No, and Paul and I don't know if we should
spill the beans, so to speak, or keep it as a major surprise for everyone. What
do you think? Oh, I'm so excited!
LADY IN BLUE: (Gently placing her coffee cup on the
small, round tabletop) Then, I say....let it be one of the biggest and best
gifts you could possible give to all of his siblings. They will appreciate it
forever, my friend. Merry Christmas!
LADY IN RED: (As tears pour down her cheeks like spring
raindrops feeding the flowers, surely, to arrive, she hugs her friend in BLUE and whispers in her ear) Yes, a very Merry Christmas, indeed.....
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OLD MAN: Finished shopping yet?
OLD WOMAN: (Sadness in her voice) No. It's difficult
doing everything myself.
OLD MAN: (Slowly tipping his cup to his lips) You know
I hate to shop.
OLD WOMAN: I know. Life is rough. (Inadvertently
squishing her spent teabag with her fingertip as it rests in the bowl of her
spoon) I'll manage. I always do.
OLD MAN: The kids will all arrive tomorrow night, you
know.
OLD WOMAN: (Glimmer of hope in her eyes) I'm aware of
that. Maybe Mary will give me a hand then.
OLD MAN: More tea?
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FATHER: (Both hands clasped to his steaming, white
porcelain mug) Damn, it's cold out there! I don't think your Mother and I can
take this bitter cold anymore.
SON: (Late thirty-something) Dad, don't start talking
about Florida again. You and Mom have lived here all of your life. And, besides,
your grandchildren would miss you guys!
FATHER: And, that's the stickler.....! We can't live
without them, either. They grow and change so much every day. It's like watching
you and your brother grow-up all over again. (Lips pursed, eyes staring, deep in thought) But, we are going to discuss Florida....right now.
SON: (Sloshing coffee on the tabletop as he, abruptly,
places his mug down on the hard surface) What are you talking about? What do
you and Mom have up your sleeve? Can't we talk about this after we all open our
presents and enjoy Christmas dinner? Dad....come on. Have a heart.
FATHER: (With a smile on his handsome face) Well, we
offer a compromise, at the risk of being labeled 'snowbirds,' that is. Mom and I
have a date with a realtor in Naples next Saturday. We're flying down at the end
of the week. We'll be looking for a place to stay for a two-month stint,
beginning in January and through the 'rough stuff' up here in
February.
SON: (Looking, slightly, relieved) You'll keep your
house up here? It'll be a temporary getaway, then? Two months?
FATHER: Yep! Your Mom and I love you guys way too much
to make it permanent. (Winking) We're just looking for a short
respite.
SON: I think all of us can deal with that. I love you,
Dad.
The proverbial 'cherry on top!':
YOUNG WOMAN: (Slouching and whining on her side of the
cushioned, faux-leather booth) I have to warm-up!!! It's freezing out there! My
fingers are numb.
YOUNG MAN: (Determination on his face) I'll be right
back. They just called our order.
YOUNG WOMAN: (Moments later) Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.....! Let me get my hands around that delicious, steaming-hot mug......where are you going, baby? Did you forget something? (Total shock on her
pretty face) What are you doing? I don't believe it! Oh, my goodness, you are
not down on one knee!!!
YOUNG MAN: Do you remember the first time we had coffee
here, babe?
YOUNG WOMAN: Ah, yes, yes I do. (Trembling) It was
about two years ago. It was right before Christmas. OMG, it was exactly two
years ago!
YOUNG MAN: I think we knew then that there might have
been something magical about the coffee they serve here, or something, because
we both knew it was love, long before we ever said it. Right?
YOUNG WOMAN: I think that's why we come back so often.
We fell in love here. Oh, sweetheart...
YOUNG MAN: (Pulling a small, black box from his coat
pocket and flipping it open) Then...is there a better way to celebrate the
magic for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?
(The entire coffeehouse is so silent, not even the
baristas are making their happy sounds and you could, truly, hear a pin drop to
the floor.)
YOUNG WOMAN: (Electrifying pause!) Of course I will! I
love you so much! Here's to Christmas Magic....!
(The patrons and staff breathe out with a collective
sign of relief and excitement as the Young Man slips the ring on her finger. Loud cheers for the happy couple and ecstatic
applause reverberates from every nook and cranny of the little, rustic
coffeehouse. The snow is dusting everything in sight outside the old and drafty, wooden
windows in anticipation of the 'Big Man' himself gliding onto the rooftops in a
few days time. The magic of life itself is, definitely, in the air!)
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY AND HEALTHY NEW YEAR
TO ALL!
Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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