21 November 2006
French coffee
He knocks the door; “come in”, “what would you like to have Miss”, “French coffee with little sugar please, not medium just little”, “anything else”, “No thank you”
He places the coffee infront of me; I face the window and stray away. I go 4 years back.
…….
“This can’t be; you can’t say no now”
“But mum I can’t; it is not right”
“How come? It was right before why not now”
“I changed my mind I can’t marry him anymore, he’s different than me”
“And you just discovered this”
“I think he changed; or maybe I changed; I’m not sure but it doesn’t feel right anymore”
“Oh god what will I tell your father”
“Nothing; I will tell him”
…….
“No way; what will people say; you’re already engaged, a three years engagement!”
“I don’t want him anymore; I will not be happy with him”
“I can’t; I can’t tell them that my daughter don’t want you anymore”
“I will tell them”
…….
“Why don’t you tell him you self”
“I can’t its hard”
“You’re selfish”
“I know”
“I’m not going to tell him”
…….
“I will call his mum and tell her; this is shameful”
“Thank you”
…….
It’s over
He knocks the door, “come in”, he takes the cold coffee to replace it with a new one.
