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Mar 7, 2020 - 11:11 AM
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DOGBELLE
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Most stories told are not new.
it's the telling of the tail that people remember.
It has been five years since I was widowed.
My name is John. I live in one of the World war Two era apartment building that makes up the neighborhood.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of the four-floor building.
It's a nice clean place. The landlord allows the older folks to smoke. He kind of Grandfather us in.
The young families respect the elders in the building. I find them helpful if I need a small bit of help.
One evening I found myself a nice cigar and a cold beer. Opened a window to let in the cool summer air.
I left the apartment dark to let the street lights filter in. I lite the cigar, I made a large smoke swirl
that danced in the light from the street. Drinking my beer and could hear the sounds the came in from the outside.
My cat jumped on my lap and started to purr. For some reason, he seemed to like the clouds I was creating.
My comfort was interrupted by a low knock against my door.
Then it happened again.
With a loud voice, I asked. who is it?
A voice from the other side answered it's "Mrs. Lopez from Upstairs".
I opened the door. There stood a smallish woman who was about my age.
I asked, "may I help you"?
She said sorry to bother you. But the smell of your cigar reminds me of my late husband.
Taken a little back by her boldness. I said would like to come and have some coffee and a piece of cake?
She entered and took a deep inhale of the cigar filled the air of the apartment. An odd thing to do but it made her happy.
I offered a seat at the dining room table. She places her small frame in the chair, she looked around.
It Will be a Little while before the coffee is made, I'm old school and still use a percolator.
She said that's ok take your time.
I presented her with a piece of pound cake, a fork, and a cup, along with a small glass with milk.
She spotted my cat." what is the name of your cat"?. I said, "I don't know he never told me."
By this time the coffee was done. I filled her cup and mind. Then cut some cake and placed the slices on some paper plates.
I then said.
Will Mrs. Lopez! "what brings you to my humble home."
My Girlfriend told me you were a widower. I lost my husband a couple of years ago.
I miss my friend. I thought you would like a friend to talk too once and while.
I said sounds good to me. Worth a try, no?
This how this story begins.
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May 2, 2020 - 11:03 PM
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DOGBELLE
(Member)
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Most stories told are not new.
it's the telling of the tail that people remember.
It has been five years since I was widowed.
My name is John. I live in one of the World war Two era apartment building that makes up the neighborhood.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of the four-floor building.
It's a nice clean place. The landlord allows the older folks to smoke. He kind of Grandfather us in.
The young families respect the elders in the building. I find them helpful if I need a small bit of help.
One evening I found myself a nice cigar and a cold beer. Opened a window to let in the cool summer air.
I left the apartment dark to let the street lights filter in. I lite the cigar, I made a large smoke swirl
that danced in the light from the street. Drinking my beer and could hear the sounds the came in from the outside.
My cat jumped on my lap and started to purr. For some reason, he seemed to like the clouds I was creating.
My comfort was interrupted by a low knock against my door.
Then it happened again.
With a loud voice, I asked. who is it?
A voice from the other side answered it's "Mrs. Lopez from Upstairs".
I opened the door. There stood a smallish woman who was about my age.
I asked, "may I help you"?
She said sorry to bother you. But the smell of your cigar reminds me of my late husband.
Taken a little back by her boldness. I said would like to come and have some coffee and a piece of cake?
She entered and took a deep inhale of the cigar filled the air of the apartment. An odd thing to do but it made her happy.
I offered a seat at the dining room table. She places her small frame in the chair, she looked around.
It Will be a Little while before the coffee is made, I'm old school and still use a percolator.
She said that's ok take your time.
I presented her with a piece of pound cake, a fork, and a cup, along with a small glass with milk.
She spotted my cat." what is the name of your cat"?. I said, "I don't know he never told me."
By this time the coffee was done. I filled her cup and mind. Then cut some cake and placed the slices on some paper plates.
I then said.
Will Mrs. Lopez! "what brings you to my humble home."
My Girlfriend told me you were a widower. I lost my husband a couple of years ago.
I miss my friend. I thought you would like a friend to talk too once and while.
I said sounds good to me. Worth a try, no?
This how this story begins.
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Mrs. Lopez looked up at my kitchen clock "Oh my!" I have over stayed my welcome.
I took a quick look a the clock. We have been talking for over two hours.
Mrs. Lopez - It's getting late. I should not impose on your kindness. It was a good cup of coffee.
With those words, she lifted her small frame and started toward the door.
I quickly went to the door to open it.
"May I escort you to your apartment?"
No, you don't have to. There's still plenty of tenants
about.
Well ! would you like to join me for the evening coffee tomorrow?
If you like we can go to the small coffee shop on the corner.
She thought about for a short time "yes I would like that."
I'll meet you at the front entrance about three"
Good, it's a date then.
I gave one last look, along with a short wave of goodbye.
She walks slowly to the stair and started to walk up.
I closed the door then locked it close.
Looking down toward the floor, I caught the cat giving me a sly look.
I started to clean up the kitchen. my cat jumped up on the table looking for a bit of crumbs.
I said to him "look here it's only coffee nothing more". He purred a sarcastic purr, then jumped off the table.
I sat down in my chair, relighted my cigar. I looked at a picture of my late wife. I then took a deep draw on the cigar.
I looked back at the picture, I swear to she gave me a wink.
Thanks, you're still the best.
The cat jumped up on the chair. Together we enjoyed the rest of the evening.
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Jul 19, 2020 - 10:22 AM
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DOGBELLE
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Posted: May 3, 2020 - 7:03 AM Edit Post Report Abuse Reply to Post
By: DOGBELLE (Member)
Most stories told are not new.
it's the telling of the tail that people remember.
It has been five years since I was widowed.
My name is John. I live in one of the World war Two era apartment building that makes up the neighborhood.
I live in a one-bedroom apartment on the second floor of the four-floor building.
It's a nice clean place. The landlord allows the older folks to smoke. He kind of Grandfather us in.
The young families respect the elders in the building. I find them helpful if I need a small bit of help.
One evening I found myself a nice cigar and a cold beer. Opened a window to let in the cool summer air.
I left the apartment dark to let the street lights filter in. I lite the cigar, I made a large smoke swirl
that danced in the light from the street. Drinking my beer and could hear the sounds the came in from the outside.
My cat jumped on my lap and started to purr. For some reason, he seemed to like the clouds I was creating.
My comfort was interrupted by a low knock against my door.
Then it happened again.
With a loud voice, I asked. who is it?
A voice from the other side answered it's "Mrs. Lopez from Upstairs".
I opened the door. There stood a smallish woman who was about my age.
I asked, "may I help you"?
She said sorry to bother you. But the smell of your cigar reminds me of my late husband.
Taken a little back by her boldness. I said would like to come and have some coffee and a piece of cake?
She entered and took a deep inhale of the cigar filled the air of the apartment. An odd thing to do but it made her happy.
I offered a seat at the dining room table. She places her small frame in the chair, she looked around.
It Will be a Little while before the coffee is made, I'm old school and still use a percolator.
She said that's ok take your time.
I presented her with a piece of pound cake, a fork, and a cup, along with a small glass with milk.
She spotted my cat." what is the name of your cat"?. I said, "I don't know he never told me."
By this time the coffee was done. I filled her cup and mind. Then cut some cake and placed the slices on some paper plates.
I then said.
Will Mrs. Lopez! "what brings you to my humble home."
My Girlfriend told me you were a widower. I lost my husband a couple of years ago.
I miss my friend. I thought you would like a friend to talk too once and while.
I said sounds good to me. Worth a try, no?
This how this story begins.
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Mrs. Lopez looked up at my kitchen clock "Oh my!" I have over stayed my welcome.
I took a quick look a the clock. We have been talking for over two hours.
Mrs. Lopez - It's getting late. I should not impose on your kindness. It was a good cup of coffee.
With those words, she lifted her small frame and started toward the door.
I quickly went to the door to open it.
"May I escort you to your apartment?"
No, you don't have to. There's still plenty of tenants
about.
Well ! would you like to join me for the evening coffee tomorrow?
If you like we can go to the small coffee shop on the corner.
She thought about for a short time "yes I would like that."
I'll meet you at the front entrance about three"
Good, it's a date then.
I gave one last look, along with a short wave of goodbye.
She walks slowly to the stair and started to walk up.
I closed the door then locked it close.
Looking down toward the floor, I caught the cat giving me a sly look.
I started to clean up the kitchen. my cat jumped up on the table looking for a bit of crumbs.
I said to him "look here it's only coffee nothing more". He purred a sarcastic purr, then jumped off the table.
I sat down in my chair, relighted my cigar. I looked at a picture of my late wife. I then took a deep draw on the cigar.
I looked back at the picture, I swear to she gave me a wink.
Thanks, you're still the best.
The cat jumped up on the chair. Together we enjoyed the rest of the evening.
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The next morning I found myself still in the chair with the smell of cigar all about me.
My cat was sound asleep in my lap. "Wake up" I shouted at him. With a startled look he jumps off my lap.
I brushed the ashes from my person. Walking over to the window to open it. The apartment needs a good airing.
A cool breeze pushed the fresh air in. There was excitement in my step and lightness in my heart. It made me miss the wife.
But this is now. I was going on a date. To the bedroom, I went. The cat jumped on the bed. I bet he was wondering what all this craziness was about.
I found myself a pair of paints that were reasonably pressed. Onward to find a nice shirt to put on. After a couple rejecting looks from the cat, I found one
he approved of.
Once I had everything laid out on the bed I took one last look and it off to the shower.
It was the final step in my wonderful morning. I took the razor to my face. Hoping that I would not nick my face.
I was was in luck. A good clean save. If I must say so myself.
Back it the bedroom I found that cat mad himself a nice bed out of the shirt.
I held my anger and shoo, shoo him away. Diving deep into the bottom of the closet I found my one pair of dress shoes.
I gave them a good brushing.
My cat came back into the room. With a loud Meow, meow. Nothing like being scolded by one's cat because you forgot to feed it.
With that thought, I went about making my breakfast.
After eating I got dressed. I looked up at the clock. Dear Lord, it's only noon. I had three more hours to go.
I turned on the TV and sat myself down on in my chair. I was eager to lite up a fresh cigar.
But I did not. It's funny what women do to men. Nothing to do for now but watch for a couple of hours.
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