What Might Have Been – A Quick Fiction Story
Posted by macengr on November 28, 2009
A tear rolled down her cheek as she was sat there, alone, coffee in front of her. She had the window seat in the small coffeeshop, and she quickly wiped the tear away, angry with herself for allowing it. She resolved to keep the rest from flowing, and she took a sip of coffee to relieve her distress. It didn’t help.
Five years. It had been five years, and now it had come to this. Alone, watching the snow drift down on another dreary Pittsburgh winter day. She loved this city, had stayed here long after many of her friends had gone. She enjoyed every season, even the winters. She had dreamed of raising children here, of showing them the–
But no. This wasn’t a good train of thought right now.
She forced herself onto another track, tried to focus on the book she had brought. It talked of Italian cooking, had recipes from the southern part of Italy. She loved Italian food, for some reason. Thanks to her blonde hair and big blue eyes, she was pretty sure she didn’t have any ancestors from the Mediterranean, but she adored pasta and olives and good crusty bread and all the other wonders of the cuisine. She had loved learning to cook various recipes, from Tuscany, from Naples, from glorious Roma itself. She had planned, in her mind, family dinners, where she would surprise her–
No. Stop. Again, don’t think of that. Think of something else.
A man walked in, wearing a Penguins jersey, and she wondered if the Pens would get to the championships this year. The Steelers hadn’t done too well, and the Pirates seemed like a hopeless cause at this point. Like most pittsburghers, she was a fan of all the region’s sports teams. Her blood was probably black and gold. She knew her children would be fans, raised that—
She choked then, and rose from her seat, fleeing blindly into the night.
The barista came over a little later, found the piece of paper sitting on the floor, picked it up. Seeing the hospital logo on the top, she scanned it in case somebody might need to come back for it. Then she closed her eyes and said a grateful prayer she had been able to have children, even as her heart broke for the poor woman who never would.