She left & all that reminds of her is the red lipstick on her empty glass… he remembered the way she kissed…
The cozy ‘table for two’ suddenly became very lonely… in his mind he pictured the way she handled the drink… her long beautiful fingers engaging the neck of the cup in a tender hug… he could vividly recall that precious moment when the glass nearly touched her lips… she would blink & for a split second, surrender to the gracious tilt… it was like magic… she took his breath away…
He smiled…& remembered…
The glass stood there… clean & shining as if untouched … the only thing betraying the meeting is the quiet lip-print & the two small cubes of ice swimming in their own tears… as the two cold rocks melted a sad feeling sublimed & filled his heart… everything in front of her chair was perfect… as if she weren’t there…he looked at the glass as if reassuring himself…
He called his favourite waiter & exclaimed pointing to the empty glass: “André… how much is this?”
The waiter looked a little confused & then answered politely: “It’s on the menu sir…I…I really don’t…”-
“No, no…” he smiled… “The glass…how much does the glass cost…?”
The poor waiter only looked increasingly bewildered…
“There’s nothing strange about it man, I want to buy the glass…how much is it…?”
André smiled & whispered that he has to ask about that… he then ran inside & returned with a confident smile…- “It’s original Italian glass sir…&…”-
“Bring me my bill & add its price please, my friend…”
The polite & amazed waiter smiled again & went to fetch the check… as he returned he carried with him a brand new original Italian item…! He proudly presented the clean piece of glassware only to find that his customer has already picked up the used one on the table…
The man paid his bill & threw in a generous tip… As he stood up he slowly emptied the glass of the molten moments & carried it with great care & affection…
- “I brought you a clean one sir!”
- “Thank you André…” he smiled…& walked away…
He left & all that reminds of what he is …is the red lipstick on her empty glass…
Dr. Nakhleh Abu Yaghi
2002
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That's another marvelous story by my friend Nakhleh.
I didn't wait till Valentine's Day to post it because all days of the year can be dedicated to love
Hareega
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"...because all days of the year can be dedicated to love"
walak ijeet 3a Amrikya tiqra willa t7ib? thaba7annak il maxikiyyat bi Tucson shiklo
ya zalameh wain ma bedna nroo7 ella ma nlaagi el 7obb wel 7anaan, hon men el maxeekiyyat, benrooo7 3al south benlaagi thawat el riqaab el 7amraa2 -rednecks-, bi detroit benlaagi el smarawat, kullo mnee7 :)
well salam what i liked about this story is its simplicity and sincerity. Too short too and that made me read it lol! I didn't understand what didn't you like about it?
Very nice!
This reminds me of Lipfinity!
;)
Yesterday I sow the movie "Paradise Now "The Arab version with French subtotals ,apparently there are another one than the Arabic original version, Have you seen it ? if so I would very much appreciate your own personal opinion on the core of the movie subject .Thanks in advance
too romantic to be real :)
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