He’d not been back for seventeen years. The coffee shop was still there. It looked just as it used to. He ventured inside and ordered a latte with a chocolate muffin just for old time’s sake.
He noticed a girl, drinking a smoothie whilst staring at her mobile phone the way teenagers do. She reminded him of his girlfriend back then, Alison. She even looked a little like her. They always sat there, they once scratched their initials on the tabletop! He wondered if they were still there.
The young girl stood to leave, looked at him for a second or two, smiled, and was gone.
Last time he and Alison were there, seventeen years ago, they’d argued and she’d stormed out. Try as he may he never saw her again. The words she’d shouted before rushing into the street flooded his mind.
‘By the way, you are going to be a father’.
Thanks to our host Donna. The picture on which my piece is loosely based is from Morguefile.