The Anonymous Widower

I Didn’t Believe My Eyes

As I walked past the cafe on the way to supper tonight, I caught in the corner of my eyes, a very distinctive picture.  A lady of about thirty or so, was standing by the counter and everything about her looked familiar from her height, the type of summer dress she was wearing, her shoulders, her well-toned arms and her dark blonde hair cut short in a modern version of the classic sixties style.

It could have been C standing there! Except that looking at a picture of her now, her hair always had the odd natural curl, that just wouldn’t stay in place. And of course, the lady in the cafe was about thirty years younger.

So I just pulled myself together and walked on.

August 23, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | World | Eyesight, Relationships