by Sara Petitt
I sit in a magnificent blue and white striped tented cafe in the newly renovated Le Marine.
The couple sitting next to me are bird like and delicate. I can’t imagine either one being married to anyone else. Such perfection in pairing is unusual to see.
I can’t discern if they are Swiss but they may be.
They talk in hushed whispers. The man is in his 70’s and wears a large expensive watch with a multitude of functions. He rubs his chest where his heart is and flexes the fingers of his left hand by stretching and recoiling them.
I fantasize that he has suffered a heart illness recently. He protects his heart the way a pregnant woman strokes her belly reflexively without even knowing it.
They are too refined for dessert. Just an expresso after a lunch of salad.
I observe less of the woman because she sits beside me. As I would expect she wears a thin gold wedding band. There is no need for flashy diamonds. Not only would they weigh her delicate fingers down but they would contradict her quiet and unobtrusive appearance.
I wonder how many bird-like children they have and what professions they are in. Is finance too vulgar for them? Trade would not work either. They would have to limit their communication with the outside world to slender-boned creatures like themselves.
I feel as if I belong to another species of Homo sapiens looking at them.
Voila, they alight and leave me at my table imagining.
Sara Petitt has a BFA from Bennington College where she majored in Fine Arts and minored in Literature. Although she has always worked professionally in art as a teacher and designer her second passion is writing. LP² gives her the opportunity to pursue her writing.