Four Cafes
I live in a quaint building high up on the top floor and from my apartment
window I like to watch the scene below on the wide cobbled square. On a
cold January night the lights of four Cafés are mingling with the twinkling
of the stars in the sky. A sign above each doorway poking out reads Café 1,
Café 2, Café 3, and Café 4. Each serve hot meals at moderate prices, along
with wine and liquor. They are well preserved wooden buildings separated by
alleyways. I find the comings and goings of the different characters entering
intriguing.
There are regulars like an old man. I see him cross the square and disappear
into Café 3. I peaked in the doors once and each Café has a different décor.
There is a young woman who comes, very pretty but alone, is she sad? She
likes Café 2. I Like to watch the sweet lovers that all seem to like Café 1.
Tonight, a man is entering Café 4. He is handsome with dark flowing hair
and my heart flutters. Do I have the courage to leave my window?
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March 06, 2023
Poetry/Prose/Four Cafes
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1529-689-06
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Four Cafes
Sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 03/15/2023
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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