The ShadowA Chapter by Paul BellIt wasn’t much. But what it was, was all hers. Francesca Marchetti was now the owner of her own little coffee bar. The dream was now a reality. It scared the hell out of her. But she was a determined girl. Or at least those were the words she kept telling herself. She had to succeed. Her mother, five hundred miles away in Milan, already had her married and raising children. Francesca, I was already married with two children at your age. Five hundred miles was maybe not far enough for her liking. It was on the third day he came in. He quietly explained his order of one pot of coffee. Nothing more. He would come in mostly in the morning. He would stay an hour. For this, he would pay extra. Francesca watched as he took his seat. He spoke perfect Italian. But he certainly wasn’t. She guessed he was English. English people were always a bit eccentric. She was sure her mother told her that. (Her mother.) Though he only looked about twenty-five, and she wasn’t sure if twenty-five was a bit young to be eccentric. But Francesca liked everything neat. So, Mr eccentric he was. Chapter 2 Morgan B Montgomery knew that to get on in life, you had to talk to people. He didn’t actually disagree with that sentiment. It just seemed to him a waste of time repeating himself. He actually liked watching people go by. But that didn’t mean he wanted to converse with them. He liked cities. You could lose yourself in a city. Cities also had streets, lots of streets. Buildings higher than other buildings. Yes, he liked cities. Chapter 3 Francesca brought his pot of coffee and placed it on the table. It was becoming a regular routine. She wondered if he maybe had a crush on her. Was Mr eccentric just shy? At times she would study him, trying to catch him glancing at her. Nothing. He just seemed to watch the people go by. Bah, men. She could do without them. Chapter 4 Nothing is impossible in this world, nothing. The coffee tasted good. People passed by. He lived in a tent in the middle of the desert. Guarded by a thousand troops. A thousand troops. They wanted him dead. They wanted him dead, wrapped in the American flag. Filmed for the world to see. Nothing is impossible in this world, nothing. Morgan B Montgomery could give them ten million reasons to dispute this claim. But since he agreed to the contract. He would have to keep that little gem to himself. © 2021 Paul BellReviews
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Added on November 15, 2018Last Updated on March 24, 2021 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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