She sat across the table thumbing at the handle of her cup of espresso, reading over the local news paper, a school graduation, a street rezoned. I stare over her shoulder at the men across the street sorting out tree branch from power line up in a crane. I want to tell her about how [...]
Posts Tagged ‘coffee’
Why I Picked This Table.
Posted in short shorts, tagged coffee, espresso, growing up, relationships, trees on July 3, 2011 | 6 Comments »
My Sunday adventure in the first and eleventh…
Posted in places, tagged balcony, coffee, dance dance revolution, Garance Doré, ghosts, graffiti, heels, Louis XIV, paris, Picasso, revolution, sky, Swedish on March 23, 2009 | 1 Comment »
On my Sunday adventure I… … found out my boss rocks the streets … experienced utter tragedy on the steps of the Swedish Cultural Center. … played art art revolution. and in heels! … saw that all lines lead to Picasso. … peered from a balcony across the street into little baby Louis XIV crib after bedtime [...]
Cup for the Road at Johnel’s Restaurant
Posted in short shorts, tagged coffee, diners, New York City, north, south, young people on January 15, 2009 | 1 Comment »
“You don’t think I’m smart, do you?” the girl said to the man. “What? No. It isn’t that I… No. I think you are a perfectly intelligent young woman.” “Young woman?! What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl stood next to the man’s booth, heart-shaped sunglasses on her head, staring down at the man seated. [...]
