Study Spot #1

I sat down at the table set for three, its slightly rusted metal surface made me feel the age of this place. It was patio furniture, and the three chairs were white and plastic and normal. The set was arranged in a spot just within the shadow cast by the westward face of Aimee's Coffee Shop, and as the sun rose the shadow crept slowly towards me. When the sun touches my face, I'll know its time to move on to Study Spot #2.

But, before I go, I must tell you of the man with a bouquet of flowers. As I sat, enjoying my two eggs over-medium soaking in the scene around me a blue SUV pulled into the alley way to my left. A man, old enough to be my Grandfather, or so it seemed, stepped down from his seat and opened his rear door. At this point, I wasn't looking at him but I could here him muttering in frustration. This caught my attention and when I looked over I saw him. His long gray beard extended to the center of his chest, just above his enormous belly. His white V-neck t-shirt was tucked into his lightly faded jeans, and on his head he wore a golfer's hat. You know, the kind that golfer's wear that don't seem to serve any purpose but to cover the top of one's head. It gave him a distinct look.

In his hand was a bouquet of flowers. A simple arrangement of spring flowers, wrapped in green tissue paper. He grasped them in his right hand and walked slowly through the veranda in which I sat, keeping as much distance between himself and me, the lonely studier.

And now the sun has touched the skin of my face, its warmth is pleasant and beckons me to stay a bit longer. But I must go.

-K