Cafe
Time went by slowly today… I nearly imagined small grains of sand unwillingly falling to the bottom of my imaginary hourglass. The sound emitted by these grains could attract more attention than this conversation… This morning when I woke up at the crack of dawn, I reviewed some more advertisements, had a plain breakfast and made three phone calls. All three answers were more demotivating than I could have ever anticipated.
“I don’t have any ideas in my head!” Sam exclaimed. He was really upset.
“How could you? How could you look into my eyes and lie?” the woman screamed at the other end of the caf;. A slap in the face of the man who accompanied her followed after her words. Once more, I tried to concentrate and focus solely on John’s voice.
“Hm… Was it a good idea?” he continued.
“I don’t know! I finished work at about 8 p.m., and I had a meeting with his business partner at 8.30. I thought I would be on time.”
It started raining. The sky turned dark. That was the third rainfall this week.
“Can you reschedule for a time that is more convenient for you?” the woman sitting at the next table asked.
“Well, never mind… Nope, don’t mention it! Thanks for the tea, by the way,” John replied as kindly as he could in that kind of situation.
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three… I counted to myself while lying in bed in the middle of the night trying to fall asleep.
“If you go there one day, you will not find it,” I muttered as I finally fell asleep.
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