The soldier had been on the bus six hours when the girl sat beside him.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“To college,” she replied.

Time was long;  they chatted the forty miles to her destination.

Driver called, “Unload for twenty minutes.”

“Coffee?” the soldier asked.

“Sounds good,” she answered.

Slipping into a booth, they ordered coffee.

“I hope you won’t have to go to Korea.”

“Might as well be me as anyone.”

More chat.  He drank his coffee; she sipped hers.

“All aboard.”

He was off to training; she to the classroom.

Why do I remember?  Because I hated coffee!

(writing101, word count story, 100 words)

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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17 Responses to COFFEE INTERLUDE

  1. judyjourneys says:

    Well, I must say, Oneta, I did not expect that ending!

  2. oneta hayes says:

    Thanks for comment. It was my one attempt at drinking coffee. My good deed to my country! I doubt that the young man had any reason to remember!

  3. Faye says:

    Thank you. I like this short story. Thoughtful.

  4. shoreacres says:

    I love the phrase “traveling companion,” and what it represents. I still remember several people I traveled with for shorter or longer times, even though I never knew or don’t remember most of their names.

    I can’t quite wrap my mind around not liking coffee, but I did catch that he drank while you sipped — I never expected that would be the reason!

    • oneta hayes says:

      shoreacres, coffee is big at my house, but only by my husband. Sounds like you must love it. I wish I liked it. It seems a great way to humor my taste buds without all the calories. I used to travel by bus a lot. Met some interesting characters. I haven’t read today’s writing101 assignment but I caught a glimpse of it – something about a series of vignettes. I’ll go back and read again. Might be appropriate for other bus encounters.

  5. oneta hayes says:

    Pancake Bunnykins, I went through a Sonic drive in a few weeks ago and asked them for a lemonberry slush – with no ice. Poor fellow. He said, “Do you want a lemonade with no ice:” I said, “No. I want a lemonberry slush with… ” About that time I got a mighty red face. I made the mistake of telling my family what I did. My grandson teased me about it just last week. A family story to tell for a new generation of Thanksgiving dinner participants!

  6. Interesting twist at the end😊

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