This is a work-in-progress. I have the story in my head (it is inspired by something that I experienced myself) but I want the written words to evolve at their own speed.
"The early morning sunlight: pale glimmering, a hint of gold but not yet powerful, playful before it gathers its strength for a hot day ahead.
It was an early Sunday morning in an old European city, just before the children of the many families in my neighborhood urged their parents to go outside and play with them. It was too late for the young crowd to come home, and too early for them to wake up. It was a quiet, peaceful, almost lazy Sunday morning. A perfect day to go to my favorite place in the whole city.
When I entered the cafe, I saw Emma first. As usual, she wore her thick grey hair in a classic chignon and hummed to the old French chanson that came from the antique radio. She was busy preparing her signature blueberry scones when her husband Eric appeared at the kitchen door frame, took a step forward and placed a soft kiss on her neck. She giggled and gently put her flour-covered hands on his arm. They hadn't noticed me when I came in but the sound of my shoes on the hardwood floor made Eric turn around and greet me with his benign smile: "Anna.""
