Writing Prompt

“Hey, are you Richard?” I breathed, glancing over my shoulder.

“That’s me. You must be Rachel?” he replied, his voice low, eyes darting around.

“Yes, but we don’t have time for introductions. They’re almost here!” I said, feeling my hands tremble from the biting cold.

“Right. The Mafia is closing in fast. They’ll find me if they think I still have—” He revealed a shimmering gold watch, its ligh...

He was seated at an outside table near the entrance. I took the seat opposite him. A large glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and a plate of smoked salmon before him.

“Why did you choose the Schweizer? And how did you get them to open up for us?”

“Open up? They weren’t closed. Look around everything is perfectly fine here. “

He was right. The streets of Gamla Stan are as full as they usual...

There’s a little cafe down the block from my drab, one room apartment that I go to regularly just to sit, nurse a cup of coffee, and watch the people hurry by. They’re always so wrapped up in their own worlds they don’t notice the strangers around them. One day, I notice an older gentleman sit at the table across from me. I’ve seen him here before, but I never knew his name. Today, I decided to jo...

two people

two generations

different in many ways

except in the way her eyes twinkle

as she talks

because his do the same

every time he sees her

the last of his family

the seeds of the future

he’s planted

she chatters

on and on

never failing to fill him in

on all her escapades

and as he listens

all he hears is

‘I’m happy’

and he’s thankful

that he did one thing right

...

As I stood across the street from the cafe, slowly summoning up the courage to cross, and introduce myself, I stared at the piled display of oranges in the window. It was strange, how even though we’d never met, he’d managed to choose a place, where my favourite food sat so prominently, as the backdrop to our first face to face encounter.

I’d been stood there long enough, for him to assume I wo...

The character on the left is his new friend who stopped to sit and talk to him.

The guy on the right is a complete stranger.

One day a girl stopped to talk to a lonely old man, she stopped and said “Is this seat taken?”

He says no no sit please. So she sits and she orders him and herself a coffee and they sit and chat for awhile endless conversation about bullying he tells her a story about h...

Mary had said she didn’t want anything today. She’d had a full English with all the trimming for breakfast and was full to bursting. Tony sat opposite her and smiled.

“You sure luv?” he asked as dug into his chicken and leek pie.

“I’m fine darling. I’ll save myself for tea.”

Tony knew she really wanted a sweet but ever since they’d both retired she had started saying she was watching her weight....

Waiting for her warms me up

1 minuet

I invited her to come

2 minutes

She said she’ll try and I believed her

3 minutes

It’s been two months I since I asked her

4 minutes

I saw her and asked why she didn’t come

5 minutes

She said she was busy and said to go on Friday

6 minutes

I waited there for her every Friday

7 minutes

It’s been sixty years since and I still wait

8 minutes

I saw her for...

I always did love Autumn. Cool chills and warmth in one. People busting by in normal speed and hustle but with changes that one can note. Change in their dress, color, even the skip in their step is new.

But it only makes sense.

Ah yes, the Halloween spirit is in the air.

I sit by my favorite cafe, with drink, food and all, and I watch.

People watching is a pass time, as creepy as it may sound, f...

I sit down at my favorite seat. The gorgeous letters appear before me. I wait patiently as my dear Susan is coming to meet me. I know she will be here any minute, she’s always running late. *Ten minutes pass.* She seems to be extra late today so I will order for us. I know her favorite, oh yes the sugar cookie, plain but her favorite. “I will take three smiley face sugar cookies please and oh two ...