Old Charm

He came out with a woman who was probably his daughter.
“Want me to pull up the car?” She asked, tucking her scarf into her coat’s neck. She was in her thirties, blonde.
“Sure. I’ll be here wearing my funny hat,” he replied.
“Ok.” She and I made eye contact. She sent me a small smile. “You can sit down here if you want,” she suggested, pointing to a table across from me, on the other side of the entrance.
“I’ll just stand.” He said as she began walking. Then he arranged a navy blue knit cap snuggly over his skull and turned to look at me.
“See? Isn’t it funny?” He asked.
“It’s very disappointing.” I said, shaking my head. “I was expecting something in Christmas colors.”
“You have a funny hat on, too,” he said, and he put his hand on the back of the other chair at my table. “May I sit here?”
“Of course.”
He introduced himself, shook my hand, and asked if I was waiting. I gave my name and confirmed I was.
“Going back into the city?”
“Yes.”
“Do you come here often?”
“About once a month.”
He nodded slowly. “I like it here.”
“For the water? Do you swim or boat or…just enjoy having it nearby?”
“I have a sailboat…. You started grinning when I said ‘sailboat.’”
“I like sailboats. I think powerboats are kind-of….silly.”
“I agree. And you’re the second young woman I’ve met in two days who was a fan of sailboats.”
“Perhaps they’re about to experience a renaissance.”  
“A sailboat renaissance…” he said, looking out into the rain. I couldn’t tell what he thought of this.
A car pulled up with flashing headlights.
“Are you being summoned?” I asked.
He squinted for several beats. “Yes.”
“Well, it was nice chatting with you,” I said.
He stood and took off his glove to shake my hand a second time. “It was a pleasure. Maybe we’ll meet again.”
“Maybe.” I said. “Here at the X hotel.”
Then he and his funny hat were gone.

I dreamt

emptythreatsoflittlelord:

I looked into the dogs mouth and saw a puppy inside her belly. I thought she had eaten it, but in fact she was giving birth, right there where the street breaks into a path that leads to our house. I saw her becoming two dogs in labour, she had a head on each end and was looking straight at me with one, while the puppy was coming out the mouth of the other. i walked on, but i kept looking back at them. as soon as he was born, they started running after me, and the puppy jumped up and bit my sleeve playfully, but i was kinda scared regardless. she was a scabby looking dog, but they were beautiful. and i walked on, with the two of them following me.