She is still pleased with the outdoor bistro set she purchased the previous year. She loves the way it looks, partial to the round table with its smokey glass top and two faux wicker chairs. It sits at the sea end of her balcony. When standing in the living room, the bistro table and two chairs are perfectly centred within the picture frame of the right side glass door.
In moments of busyness and goal-oriented activity, the bistro set whispers to her enticingly – bring your coffee outside; have lunch and watch the sea; come read in the sun. Sometimes she gives in, sitting on the balcony being the perfect way to procrastinate. Occasionally, she looks up from her plate or pauses in mid-sip, and wonders when will she stop envisioning a no particular person in the chair across from her (glacier blue eyes, brownish-grey hair curling just past the collar, triangular face with well-defined cheekbones). Next summer she is determined to be brave enough to put out only one chair. Next summer…
Bistro Set – Fragment #69