a new love

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