Too long a wait

                                     BIG FOOT

 

Never have I seen such big shoes! The tan and brown saddles were pristine, seemingly right out of a gun box. An unbidden obscene thought electrified my mind for a bare moment. As I followed the shoes up the pants legs to the man attached my smile disappeared. The slacks were almost empty except for bones covered with what must be wrinkled old flesh. From thigh to hips was concave as the man, surely  not as old as he appeared, tried to sit up and pass the time with me waiting for our cars to be serviced. His hollow chest barely breathed and I feared he'd be done before his car. A yellowed, sunken face showed barely a trace of life as his soft gray eyes now and then stopped staring into space and looked my way. Atop his head was a soiled and battered golf cap, signifying there were once better days. The more I looked at him the easier it became to not see him but to see my once healthy husband sitting there, mind wandering, still dreaming, waiting for his car, waiting to die.

 

My name was called and I got out of there as quickly as I could, but my double vision and my sadness still clings too long- too tight. I filled a paper cup with tasteless coffee, added a free donut, retrieved my car and went home. Next check up I'll not forget to take a love story book with me.