you could have answered your phone.

autumnYou did not want me to drive you here for you would want to surprise me with what you would bring. You could have hidden it behind your back, you know.

Outside the café, I notice a lone autumn leaf stuck between the delicate branches of the worn tree. I go out and take the table beside it; I know you will love this space.

You have always been an autumn lady – the loud red colors of the leaves and the dark shade of yellow over the rays will bring serenity into your soul. Once, I asked God if He could make the 365 days filled with this season.

You are 27 minutes late, already – I wonder why. You are not answering your phone but that is your natural habit – you prefer texts; so I send you one but I get no response.

Maybe you are still figuring out how to start your car – you are still an apprentice of driving; do not hurry, please.

A sudden gush of cold winds hits my face and I shiver – something is wrong. The lonely autumn leaf embraces the air and it falls above my shaking lap. I graze my finger on it – it is rough and dying.

Where are you?

My phone rings and vibrates on the table.

It is your Mother.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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