We slept in the house of a woman we didn’t know. She made us coffee and showed us what she called her urban porch. I sat in the sun, you in the shade, drinking our coffee wondering when the car would be fixed but not really caring one way or the other.
It was our first morning as husband and wife. I remember thinking the world was so bright and so big, and that somehow, we’d see it all, together, with or without a car. You laughed when I said it. Your laugh is sunshine. Then and now.
I write ‘remember’ on a flyer I picked up on the sidewalk. If I write it enough, I’ll never forget that day. Never again. I tuck the paper in my purse and look around, down the street, past the pretzel man, but you aren’t there. But then I think, maybe you never were.
4 Replies to “Urban Patio”
Funny how a few well chosen words can make you cry. May everyone who reads this remember just how precious and short-lived life really is.
Good write.
Been thinking of these ‘life’ things a lot lately. What would it be like in the starting phases of dementia or something like it? And how we need to take the time to remember those awesome moments in life in case one day we can’t. Thanks for the comment, Mary!
I like the surprise ending. Nice, Carmen!
Thank you, Sarah!
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