COFFEE INTERLUDE

coffeeThe 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!

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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19 Responses to COFFEE INTERLUDE

  1. wow—and did we ever hear more about the soldier??

  2. Faye says:

    Lovely Story. ? True? (I think it is….WOW!) Thank you.

    • oneta hayes says:

      It did happen. He was on base near Colo Springs, I think. I was in Lamar Junior College. I rode the bus from Springfield to Lamar in Coloado, school year ’51-52. Didn’t know much about flirting, but drinking coffee seemed like a place to start. 😀

  3. Pastor Randy says:

    Now that’s what it means to love others the way Jesus loves you!

  4. Dawn Marie says:

    Tiny snippets of two lives momentarily connected. I hope one day, little snippets of our own beloved soldier remain in the minds & the hearts of another.

  5. Roos Ruse says:

    I adore stories like this (nobody gets physical before returning to the bus). It stands alone while leaving the reader wanting more. Masterful, Oneta.

  6. calensariel says:

    What a great piece of flash fiction, Oneta! Loved it!

  7. joyroses13 says:

    OOOH loved the twist at the end! 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      😀 True, I can’t stand coffee. Of course, I never again tried it. Now I might if I would give it a try. My husband is a coffee drinker; never had to try liking it with him!

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