There’s a beyond lovely elderly couple here at the cafe. The gentleman waiting on his wife, having trouble ordering at the cafe. Gently smiling at her as she requests a self-serve item. And they carry their drinks back to the table, where he has the crossword out, and she contentedly sits, eating the froth of her cappuccino with a spoon and leaning over his shoulder to help with the puzzle. A lovely day out at the Magic Cafe. Someday I want my life to be like that. And she leans over to me and says ‘You believe in work, do you?’ No miss. I’m writing for fun. I’m writing because I like to.
I’m writing about you.
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