She & Him
It’s a coffee shop. The two would like to imagine it’s a local coffee shop, but it isn’t. It’s a coffee shop that can be found in towns large and small across the country. Hell, it can be found anywhere in the world, nearly.
The two sit at a side table as people file in and out. They are somber. She speaks first. In fact, she is almost the sole heir to the conversation. Her words fall in disparate tones, with beautiful cadence. She reminds him of a siren calling on all the poor sailors that ventured past her shores.
He sat feeling emasculated, a feeling he hadn’t felt during the entirety of their relationship. She missed him. Even as he sat across from her, she missed him. Her words of pain and loss were emboldened by their release to independence.
There is a beat felt behind her voice, one that carries along with the clacking of her blue heels on the table’s center post. The shoes find the final square of light breaking through the window to dance wild, to dance carefree. – M. R. Brown