Afictionalstory

“It just occurred to me that I have a child. I will be here for another hour and then leave,” she utters while calmly sitting with a Chiquitita. “It’s been three hours of talking. I need to get home.” She has never been good with posture Leaning, on a restaurant couch, crossing her legs, and head straight.

The two friends sit causally. One would call them women because they sit lazily in the centre. Alienated by a fine centre art print: The wooden table is of a zealous woman from a well. The friend opted for a place with a woodcraft ambience. She knew a spot.

“You are getting better at playing the mother.” She compliments while her right palm stretching to a cylindrical glass. Altering a toast that almost gets Jackie to lean forward. “His age can’t let me rest.” She states with a slightly thought-through emotion. “Wow, I thought now was the time for a woman to relax.” A sigh before sharing her mind. “Sounding like one… who won’t have your own.” a smirk follows the statement. A flush of awkwardness between the two! Tension sinks in their thoughts.

A sip from either builds a lighter mood.

“Here you go, Madam.”A young man hands over the bill. “Card?” “A minute.”

©Joeln