Blue Eyes – October 29, 2020

Thirty-odd years ago, the place was just a bistro. Good Italian food.  Better atmosphere. 

Blue Eyes came in.  Alone.  And sad.

Though I owned the place, I waited tables, just starting out, you see?  I suggested dinner. She agreed. 

We hit it off. For several months she was regular. So was I.  Suddenly, she stopped coming in.

I focused on business.  It was easier that way. Lost track.

Two years later, the place was doing well.  Great Italian food and a reputation. My bartender and I were chatting, listening to the kitchen close-down.

Blue Eyes came in on the arm of a well-heeled gent. Floor staff gone already, I waited the table. Nervously, those eyes pleaded as she shook her head ‘no’ at my unspoken question.  I knew what she meant, you see?

He was big politics.  Won the state house.

Newspapers told of two children and a mistake.

Thirty years.  The place is gangbusters now. Best in the tri-state area.

Almost closing time.  Blue Eyes walked in.  A little older. Alone.  And sad.

Sending the best staff to her table, I stopped by for a word.  We never discussed any of it.

Sometimes you can’t start over.  You see?

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FF:8.5; WC:200

Published by spwilcen

Retired career IT software engineer, or as we were called in the old days, programmer, it's time to empty my file cabinet of all the "creative" writing accumulated over the years - toss most of it, salvage and publish what is worthwhile.

7 thoughts on “Blue Eyes – October 29, 2020

    1. Thanks. Bleeb it or no, I started with FF @ 20 words. Fleshed it out until it revealed enough most would not have to guess the “story.” I liked the 25 word version, but folk don’t “imagine” very well and seem disappointed it doesn’t end “except for the limp” or “and then I shot her.” They want pictures, damned few words, connect-the-dots, and zero required imagination. As A writer I like to make the reader wrap his/her experience around words, which is always better than what I had in mind anyway. You see? ‘Tis indeed fiction, though the preface to “Metaphor” explains my view that all fiction start as fact. Somekindaway. Again, thanks for looking in.

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