John and Susie took their seats at the little table on the sidewalk in front of the cafe.
It was their table, the one they’d eaten at on their first date, and the one they had requested on each subsequent visit. They had come to love the quirky nature of the table, how it wobbled and teetered, how the drinks would slide towards the edge on a hot day, and how their hands would invariably meet in the middle, because it was small, because it helped balance everything out. They had come to love each other over that table too.
The years passed and their love grew. They married. They had children. Their lives carried forward with the normal ups and downs of any relationship, but whenever they returned to their table all their cares and concerns were pushed aside and they lost themselves again in their togetherness. John couldn’t have loved anyone more than he loved Susie. Susie couldn’t have loved anyone more than she loved John.
They sipped their coffee and watched the world pass them by. Having long since set their own responsibilities aside, after getting their youngest successfully through college, they could sit back and enjoy watching everyone else scurry about rather than having to be a part of that hustle and bustle anymore. The day was cool, but their was a hint of warmth in the air. Spring was coming and certain people were already dressing in skimpier clothing.
Susie caught John’s wandering eye, mouth agape, eyebrows raised, more than a hint of mischief about his whole countenance and she threw a right cross that caught him across the jaw. He went down, and took their table with him. In her attempt to keep the table upright she spilled from her seat as well to end up on the ground next to her beloved.
Their eyes met. Humor. Love. Devotion. They turned their faces to the sky and laughed until the waiter returned to help them up.
Word Count: 332
Another silly response to another great set of words from the InMon Writing Challenge:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
ESCAPE FROM PARADISE