The Unspoken

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On one rainy evening I happened to bump into an old friend at a coffee cafe after a tiring days work.
Excited, we held out our arms and hugged like never before. It was nice to see that we still felt the same for each other, although we didn’t look the same anymore.
Grey hair, parched wrinkled face and a coarse voice had robbed us off our youth.

For a fraction of a moment, it seemed nothing had really changed between us and then as if she felt the same corny feeling as me, she drew a step back.
We both realised that there was something invisible now that stood between us.
The look in her eyes expressed a twenty year banishment that lingered between friends and strangers.

A pretty long time! she said with a smile. 
The questions I expected her to dart at me were the imperative kind.
Usually when we meet after a long gap the questions that follow are so predictive, that they are kind of universal.
The sudden urge to know all the missing details of a person’s life is so strong that it becomes ritualistic to demand information.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t expect her to come up with all the Wh questions in the world. 

“How and Where the hell have you been all these years?
What are you doing now?
Who did you marry?
How many kids?
And other similar curious questions to which I would answer in the most polite and curt way and wait for the opportunity to show her how successful of a person I was now. After all it was a golden chance to impress my past.
I was desperate to know all about her as well.
And silently hoped against hope that she was not doing better than me.

A bit guilty of my secret desire and nervous of how to put it, I smiled and eagerly watched her with great expectation, while she sipped on her coffee and spoke about the weather, the cafe and the crowd out there.
I requested to pay the bill to which she obliged with a laugh.
I tried pitching a few questions .
But she complemented the waiter for the espresso instead and left for the door…..

© Annadine Charles. 

12 Comments Add yours

  1. theveiledfacet says:

    This is good! I really liked the way you ended it. Misty and short. Like an ideal short story

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      1. theveiledfacet says:

        My pleasure 😊

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  2. wow!! amazing story.

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  3. Amrita Roy says:

    Short and real.. the ending was perfect. Connecting to reality.

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    1. Yes, it is realistic to see such strong emotions in everyday life.
      Glad you liked it Amrita!!!!

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  4. It is more realistic than just a story. Beautifully presented.
    Pleasant reading. 😊 😊

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    1. Thank you so much…..

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      1. You are welcome. 😊

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  5. blindzanygirl says:

    I love this, and I love your Blog too

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    1. Thank you, glad you liked it 🙂

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