STRANDED

Peering out of the wet glass, the street is bustling with shoppers, students, office execs.. eager to go home.
The waitress clear my table ..
soon, a sense of melancholy slips in...

I phone my wife, “I'm in a café, stranded and no umbrella, oh how do I get home?
Should I leave now brave the rain or wait it out a bit?”

She wants to bring me an umbrella so we can go home together and wanted me to just wait.

The rain subside…
peering out of the wet glass, squint hard to see the far away street,
left, right, all seems ok.., I have better get up to leave…

"Sir” the waitress ask softly, “I heard you saying someone will be here to go home with you?", ,

caught off guarded I stuttered "No.. my wife is at another place, she's stranded there, the rain.."

She didn't know, huh.. I pretended to use the phone, my mind wandered, my heart long..

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STRANDED

A narrative tale of a lonely old man