Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
by, 07-23-2012 at 08:40 AM (158 Views)
It was almost dark, and she has to return home. She was passing a road when she suddenly saw a sign at a restaurant cafe at the corner of the road. It says, "Auctioned: FOR SALE. Call 4463143 for details." She stopped and gave a fixed gaze at the clear glass windows with the chairs and tables neatly arranged. Then a sudden sweep of nostalgia flashes her mind.
She used to dine at that restaurant with her male best friend. That cafe restaurant is small and cozy and they love the owner and the staff because they are very warm. That's why they became patrons of it. They like to sit at the corner of the cafe and they both love the ambience of clean, serene with modern but has touch of classic taste in its interior. The two friends would order their favorite coffee and food. She would usually order her favorite sweet coffee with cream, spaghetti with french toast, and chocolate fudge or chocolate sundae for dessert. And her best friend would order strong, black coffee and spaghetti, and would usually order different food for a variety. He always like to try anything new the restaurant has to offer. That restaurant cafe was the two friends' favorite hang-out. They would eat breakfast together, or snack together, or eat whenever they feel hungry.
They always like to exchange ideas, amd kick each other's ass. They were so comfortable with each other that they sometimes fed one another.
But something has happened and the two had a misunderstanding. He wouldn't tell what happened and she couldn't ask or open up what was going on. The girl was frustrated and there were times that she ate alone. Eating alone lonely, and quietly that she couldn't even finish her food. Time passes by and the boy whom she got close to doesn't appear anymore at the cafe. The two had no communications anymore. The girl asked herself, "Why?"... "Why are you not here when I needed you the most?"..."I wish I could tell you..."
That was years ago when it happened. And while she stares at the cafe, she couldn't help it and the tears streamed down her face. And now that she's working, every time she passes that cafe, she always become nostalgic and always feel that tiny, pricking feeling. How can she ever forget those happy moments she had at the cafe?
She no longer walk the road past at the cafe and now she changed her route, and walk instead at the small road shortcut on her way to her house. It was almost dark, and she has to return home.