The Couple in the Corner


I saw them go in ahead of us, walking arm in arm.  At first I thought that perhaps it was a father and his adult daughter but something in their intimacy made me doubt.

Seated across from us, she was seeming young and pretty in the conventional way. Blond hair, petite, delicate features, slender, tapering fingers.  Seated across from her he seemed a strange match, with what hair that was left on his head wiry although neat, his belly rotund but not unslovenly, his features unremarkable.

I wondered what to make of them, though it was not my business, as they lingered over mint tea in clear glass demitasse cups and the rice wrapped in grape leaves. 

Was this, perhaps, a clandestine meeting, the man and his mistress?  He talked of his son. She laughed.  But the adoration and intensity of her gaze made it clear that whatever the relationship, she felt it deeply.

He held her pale, slender hand in his, stroking the fingers gently as they talked, as if stroking the soft fur of a well-loved cat.

Who knows what they were, such a pair, remarkable for what seemed to be their ill-suited appearance together; Beauty and the Plain Man.

They lingered; we did not.

I’ll never know their story, only that they sat together, face to face, on a chill winter evening, loving each other.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. bessabariangirl
    Dec 22, 2008 @ 01:17:13

    I really liked that Xd what a sweet scene, I love watching couples like that it inspires me


  2. nikkip
    Dec 22, 2008 @ 01:24:11

    i love the way you wrote about this.


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