Like always …

In response to the prompt at Friday Fictioneers, the image for the prompt, courtesy of Melanie Greenwood.


He sits outside the café, the chair opposite to him vacant, waiting for her.

Like always.

He orders two cappuccinos, one without sugar and two donuts, one without sprinkles.

Like always.

He glances at his watch, tapping the dial twice.

Like always.

Across the road, the bank building looms large. He wonders if she can see him, if she is smiling and waiting too.

He hears the waiter whisper to another customer.

“His wife was killed in the bank robbery four months back.”

A tear escapes his eyes.

“Wait for me, love,” she had said.

So he would. Like always.

(31st Oct 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

22 thoughts on “Like always …”

    • Either one is fine, Rochelle 🙂 No preference as such. Thanks.

      Glad to share with the Fictioneers, was a nice image too. Looking forward to more Friday Fictioneers!

  1. There is a beauty even in this sad post … the subtle hint of love, the longing and missing someone special … hats off to you Sir … you are truly the master of words 🙂
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