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The Red Cup...by Michael

10 Years Ago


They met on a social media web site and as he was a writer and she was a reader. Eventually the lady became a fan of his works. Through comments and then exchanging e mails, they formed a special bond between them. Soon a visit became a reality as she came to New York from Michigan. The author, his wife, their son, and the lady all got along just fine as they sort of became a family. The things in common were amazing as Michael the author and Patti the lady enjoyed the same food, oldies music, and even the same sleeping and waking up habits. She went back home to Michigan and somewhere down the road she decided to move to New York. He was extremely happy to hear that great news. Patti became his unofficial secretary as she would proof read his short stories. When the book was ready to be published, she mailed him the document to send to his publisher. It was a short ride from her apartment to his place as she would visit him early in the morning. Michael would happily prepare their favorite variety of different breakfasts. She was invited to her first mini summer vacation on a Memorial Day Weekend. Patti loved the family resort in Pennsylvania and enjoyed the book signing event at the outdoor pool. After vacation the morning visits continued. A red cup of water with three ice cubes was placed on her tray table by him before he would cook their breakfast. Michael would then bring in her banana and watermelon which was her favorite after breakfast dessert. Family problems arose back home as Patti decided to move back to Michigan. A longer hug than usual took place as he watched her get into her car. The following morning Michael got up early as usual. This time only to prepare breakfast for one. He missed already. On the way back from the kitchen to the living room, he glanced over at the kitchen table. Michael cried that morning after seeing the red cup that would not be filled with water and three ice cubes.....Maybe one small item is all it takes to bring back the memories of how it once was. The red cup still sits there, waiting.....