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“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
Rose shared her coffee and companionship to a desperately-underdressed man who is determined to repay her.
Alive with Warmth
He speaks with conviction and a dignity more in keeping with his cultured voice and elegant fingers than with his tattered clothing and desperate circumstances. His gaze meets mine, the duffel on his lap, my purse on mine. And it's a man looking back at me, an attractive, intelligent, virile man.
“You already have.” Why had I thought he was a charity case? How had I not seen the humanity in him, right from the start? His eyes are brilliantly blue, flecked with bits of gold, alive with warmth and the light of quick thought and complete attention. I breathe through the sudden racing beat of my heart as it sends me new messages, ones I can't ignore.
How can Lost Jeremy repay Rose?
Will he notice Rose’s response?
Any guesses you’d like to share?
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and add it to my backlist.