Monday 13 May 2013


Copyright-Ted Strutz
Each day, from morning to night she is there. Behind the counter she sits, only moving to serve drinks and collect glasses. I am also there every day. I know her well, but I hardly know her at all. We spend so much time together, but we don’t talk. She brings me drinks.  I leave money on the counter. I would like to talk to her, but a state of equilibrium prevents me from acting. We make no effort at communication, but we understand each other. We know this place. Alone in space, we are two satellites sharing one orbit.
100 Words written for Friday Fictioneers.


  1. This reminds me of a children's book where an elder lady didn't know she actually kept the neighborhood on time with her own routines.

    At least though in the happy ending of a child's story she finally did meet and talk with her neighbors. Nicely done.

    Thanks again for your visit.
    Cheers, Jules (JulesPaige)

  2. Dear Roger,
    Nice to see you. Been a while. A poignant little social commentary you've written.

  3. Neatly done!

  4. Hard to track you, Roger. '-) Your story is a wee sad, too, in its own right. Thank you for the visit today!

  5. Not sure I'd want to share the same orbit with her but it's a nice evocation of one who does.

  6. Like it. What a lonely image, though. Very sad.

  7. Makes you wonder how many of us live the same kind of life!