Hey everyone, this is a new four-part blog that I'm writing that is in short story from. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading!
The
Conversation
The small,
dreary road was lit up by the effervescent glow of the street lamps that lined
the path. The city of London was quiet and the fog was starting to rise, making
the street cloudy. Daniel Regan was walking down the road as the stars just
started to become clear in the sky above. Life had taken its turns in Daniel’s
life, but still, somehow, he managed to remain calm, pensive, and even a little
hopeful. Not many people understood why Daniel had quit his job and why he had
moved to the London countryside. He didn’t really know the answer to that
question, either. All he knew was that this was something that he always wanted
to do and now that he had lost his wife, he knew that this was the next step in
moving on with his life. His brown hair had started to show a little bit of
gray and the bags under his eyes would be able to tell any stranger that his
life had taken an unfortunate turn.
Daniel
missed the time he had with his bride. All the nights they had spent walking
around the small town where they had met in college, the night when he first
told her that he loved her, and the day when they got married. He also missed
his child. As he walked along the road, all these things kept washing over him
like a wave hitting the shore. He
started to cry. He had finally been able to cry since he had lost his wife and,
subsequently, his child.
He
couldn’t help but think about what could have been. He couldn’t help but be a
little scared of the impending future. With all these thoughts swirling through
his head he did what any other man would’ve done in his predicament. He blamed
himself. He decided to go into a little country shop and get some coffee for he
thought that he might need some for the late night he had ahead. He walked into
the cozy shop and immediately felt a warmth that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The whole store smelled of pumpkin and freshly baked bread. As he poured
himself some coffee, he saw that the store keeper was fixing the radio and then
smiling when she had found a familiar song. Daniel loved that song and it
immediately reminding him of his wife. With the song getting to its catchy
chorus, he knew that he had to get out of the store, even though it had been
the first thing in a long time that had provided him with any kind of
happiness. He walked up to the counter and paid for his coffee, and, as he did,
the store owner began a conversation with him that he would never forget.
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