As I awoke that morning, I lay there not wanting to get up. My life was at a stage that I wish it would end soon. Not that I was suicidal or anything like that, but there wasn't a heck of a lot to look forward to every day since my wife had passed away two years ago. She was the world to me, and when she died there just wasn't much left.
I was fifty seven years and I wasn't prepared to go to single dances for seniors. Most women my age didn't really appeal to me that much and the ones that did had some kind of personality quirk that turned me off. I knew I was lucky when I had met my dear departed wife, Mary, for she had everything that a man could desire. She was very cute, took care of herself and had a very sexy shape and most of all she could put up with me. She was always a joy to be with and didn't have anything bad to say about anyone.
"Better get at it,' I thought as I rose and got into the shower. Mary's death had hit me so hard that I had opted for early retirement. I couldn't concentrate on my work and I knew it was just a matter of time before I was fired, so I took the cowards way out and retired. My retirement income and interest on our savings gave me enough to get by on and our condo was paid for long ago. I wasn't rich by any means, but I wasn't in need of anything either: that is except for Mary.
I decided to go to the little cafe just down the street from the condo for breakfast. It was a cool autumn day, but the sun was shining brightly as it greeted me as I opened the front doors of the building. It was a glorious morning and I could feel my spirits pick up as I started up the street.
As I approached the cafe, I notice a young girl sitting on a bench at the bus stand. She was twentyish, long dirty blond hair that looked like it needed to be brushed. She wore no make up, not that she needed any at her age, and her attire looked as if it came from the
Goodwill
store. Her jeans were a few sizes too large and the sweater she had on was most unflattering. I thought it was strange as the bus came she didn't get on, but then figured she was probably waiting for someone.
As I got closer to her I saw how pretty she really was. Her big blue eyes seem to smile at me as I past by. I couldn't help myself and with a smile I said, "Good Morning."
Her face broke into the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen in all my life. She winked at me in a most peculiar way and said, "Good Morning, Handsome." I noticed that she was shivering in the cool wind and offered to buy her a coffee to warm her up. 'She should be wearing a jacket,' I thought as I held the door open for her as we entered the cafe.
The waitress offered us a window seat but the young lady wished to sit near the rear of the cafe where no one was seated. The waitress brought our coffee and asked if we would like to see a menu. I saw her eyes light up so I asked if she wished anything to eat. She ordered the breakfast special, two eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries. I declined as I was not a breakfast person and usually ate once or twice a day. As we were waiting I asked the young lady her name.
"Mary," she said. "But not the virgin Mary, believe me," she added with a snicker.
"Mary! How nice. My name is David. Dave actually. My dear departed wife was the only one who would call me David and that was usually just before she proved me wrong, or really wanted something." I knew I was rambling, but for some reason this young girl seemed to awaken something that I had thought had died a few years ago.
"Well then, David it is," she said and then smiled that angelic smile of hers.
The waitress brought Mary's meal she devoured it quickly. 'She must be starved,' I thought to myself.
