It was still there, just as he remembered; that grotesque eagle statue that “looked like it had been spray painted gold”. Her words. She made him laugh. That’s when their eyes met and he found the courage to ask her to join him.
The cafe on the corner was gone. Well, the building was still there, but the space had become a trendy clothing shop.
It was crazy, but he was sure he could smell coffee in the air and a hint of her perfume. “Jasmine”, she had told him, like her name. Crazy.
“Jazz?” He whispered. But there was no one there.
So many things had changed since that day. They’d shared a wonderful life. Made a home, raised three amazing kids. He had always assumed he would go first. Fate didn’t agree.
So now here he was, fulfilling a promise that he would go back, have a coffee and check on their old friend, Guido, the eagle.
He tipped his hat toward the old bird. “It’s all your fault you know. If you hadn’t been so gawd awful looking she might never have noticed me.” Then he laughed out loud. “Thanks Jazzy girl. You knew I needed that.”
For Sunday’s Photo Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by our host Al.