Wednesday, August 18, 2010

At Seymour St! "Short Story/Sketch"

I never complained about being Alone. Even when I was extremely sick and I couldn’t get off the chair. It was all good and life was beautiful; until one day, on Seymour Street, I changed my mind!

It became a ritual after I finish work, I have to head to the Starbucks on Seymour Street to have my coffee and enjoy my reading. Why there? I don’t know! Maybe my psychic mind knew this was going to happen.

One day, I was having my favorite Vanilla Latte and reading “Brida” a novel by Paulo Coelho. It was an interesting book that I couldn’t leave it; I was reading it with total attention. I was very pleased with the idea of your soul mate who got a point of light at his/her left shoulder which you are the only one who could see it. Simply, this is how you identify him/her.

I stopped for a second and I thought, “Is this true? Will I be able to identify my soul mate?” My thought was interrupted by the sound of the broken glass when a lady dropped a mug accidentally. “Oh, I am sorry!” The lady apologized. “Don’t worry about it!” The Barista answered. I turned around and followed that little conversation between the lady and the Barista. Then I turned back, I faced the most bizarre moment in my life.

He was dark and handsome. He was sitting on the table in front of me and the window behind him made the sun shine on his left shoulder. As if it was the point of light which the novel talked about. I stared at him with no shyness. I don’t know if I was looking at his peaceful face or at this point of light on his left shoulder. I thought to myself “Is he my soul mate or it is just a coincidence?”

The man noticed me and he stared back at me. He smiled and said “It is a good book!” I replied, “This is true!” He stood up and carried his laptop case while saying, “Enjoy your day!” “You too!” I answered in a low voice. He left Starbucks without turning back

After this incident, I started to spend longer time at Starbucks on Seymour Street. Maybe, I will see him one day. I don’t know why I still believe he is my soul mate. I also don’t know why I am waiting for him everyday at the same place. Maybe, my psychic mind knows that I will meet him. Maybe he is my soul mate!

P.S…This short story is totally imaginary and the only true things are Brida and Starbucks on Seymour Street.