The Mourning
He stood at a small coffee shop every mourning. Drinking his coffee with nothing on his mind. Just getting the day started and not thinking about the next thing on his plate of to do.
She was a young girl new to the city always looking for fun. Never gave up on anything. she walked by the coffee shop twice a day never really going in just looking in and thinking about that coffee she wish she could have.
On this day they followed there routine like clock work
The man finished his coffee steps out on the sunny day bumps into the young lady as she stares in the window. He couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She doesn’t move her eyes either.
They enter the coffee shop and order coffee to go. They sip there coffee as the man would talk about himself. The young lady would listen. As time went by the man asks her on a date the women agree. She steps on to the street not noticing the on coming car she was hit with such thunder. Her body lay still.The man screams running to her side. She dies in his arms.