A New Love

A New Love Story I had stopped at the rural cafe for a coffee it was a day when I was not feeling a day over seventy she was around fifty and incredible young her waste was that of a waif at the beginning of life. She was so beautiful and she smiled inviting me to sit by her table and I was only drinking coffee. I told her amusing stories of my life, mostly lies- and she laughed, not a bored mirth while looking at the time thinking of the right moment to slip away the clutches of my unwanted attention. Good time has me has a limit, so much and not more, her husband came in he had been to the garage, had the car fixed and he told me all about it down to the smallest dreary details A nice man with oil on his hands and I hated him, but I could not kill him and claims his wife as mine, the thought faintly amused me, and they drove off. I loved her immensely and she reminded me of my wife`s niece I love her too, perhaps it was her but I was too old to see as handsome faces take on a mask of a smiling Janus