Artisans: Of Dating and Fate
It starts off over tea, the fragrant scent of peppermint creeps past the sweaty smell of a long day's work. It seemed like it took forever and the imaginary spot light on the two of them just seemed to get warmer.
"So you're not a devout Christian, are you?"
The question greeted with an uncomfortable silence befitting the awkwardness of the moment
"Guess not. That's going to be a problem"
Conversation from then on felt labored and more often bordered on the superficial
"So have you been to the Sagrada Familia, then?"
Each question greeted with a monosyllable
"No"
As the clock ticks, he chirps in breaking the monotonous sequence of questions and answers
"I was just there for the work"
The sound of her interest smashes against her quixotic floor. Disintegrating into a multitude of broken images and idealistic fantasies.
Perhaps it's another line drawn across another name in the little black book. Perhaps he wasn't as fond of her as she was of him.
Even if he was, that sure is a strange way of displaying affection.
"I suppose we're just all that little different"
"I suppose so"
She looks down, blinks and as she raises her head, its back to the real world... Still alone, a book in hand and a froth smeared cup of coffee... As she begins to sigh, a tap on a shoulder, a familiar smile and a peck on the cheek.
"Hey sweetie, sorry I'm late... I just had to pick this up"
As he placed in her hand a first edition of the Velveteen Rabbit, the same copy he noticed her looking through the bookstore glass with a longing sigh
Randomly pieced together from different conversations and observations
"So you're not a devout Christian, are you?"
The question greeted with an uncomfortable silence befitting the awkwardness of the moment
"Guess not. That's going to be a problem"
Conversation from then on felt labored and more often bordered on the superficial
"So have you been to the Sagrada Familia, then?"
Each question greeted with a monosyllable
"No"
As the clock ticks, he chirps in breaking the monotonous sequence of questions and answers
"I was just there for the work"
The sound of her interest smashes against her quixotic floor. Disintegrating into a multitude of broken images and idealistic fantasies.
Perhaps it's another line drawn across another name in the little black book. Perhaps he wasn't as fond of her as she was of him.
Even if he was, that sure is a strange way of displaying affection.
"I suppose we're just all that little different"
"I suppose so"
She looks down, blinks and as she raises her head, its back to the real world... Still alone, a book in hand and a froth smeared cup of coffee... As she begins to sigh, a tap on a shoulder, a familiar smile and a peck on the cheek.
"Hey sweetie, sorry I'm late... I just had to pick this up"
As he placed in her hand a first edition of the Velveteen Rabbit, the same copy he noticed her looking through the bookstore glass with a longing sigh
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