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“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
Rose has just made a confession to Jeremy, but then is afraid to hear his response. We pick up from that point…
Sharing the Wind
Can’t bear to risk that his ‘perhaps’ means ‘no’. I burst up, nearly upsetting the latte before Jeremy rescues it. I try to look back, but the other commuters are jostling and pushing for the car entrances, a tsunami that sweeps me away from him.
I get the last station-side window seat – nearest the door, and the cold wind that will enter every time it opens. But I don’t mind that – I’ll be sharing the wind with Jeremy, and I’m dressed more warmly than he is. I find where the thinning crowd leaves a bench in solitude, and there he is, watching me as he sips his latte. He lifts the mug in silent salute, his smile wide and crinkling the corners of his blue eyes. He mouths something. Fellow human, I think.
Will Rose ever see Jeremy again?
Does Jeremy want to see her?
What’s next for these two?
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“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.