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.