Still Nothing

This seems to be happening more and more often of late. I have no idea what to write. I don’t think I should leave it till the end of the day anymore, even though sometimes pressure can work wonders.

Nope…I got nothing. I was thinking I would tell a story, but you have much better things to do. Hmmmm…

I met a man in a donut shop; this was pre Tim Horton’s, so you can imagine how long ago it was. Anyway, this old guy walks into the shop and goes behind the counter, busying himself with getting a mug of coffee and a donut. He dropped some change on the counter and went to a table that was across from mine. The odd thing was that no one seemed to notice him when he was getting the coffee. Strange.

He was a funny little guy, with thinning white hair, a well trimmed beard and moustache, a check scarf, woollen coat and brown leather gloves. He was kind of self absorbed and it took him a while to look up and see me looking at him. He looked astonished and checked behind himself to see if anyone else was there for me to be looking at. He turned, closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate very hard before opening those eyes once again and looked directly at me.

He picked up his drink and donut, came over to my table and just sat down saying “Well, this is something new in a long life of the same. What is your name and what are you doing here?”

I told him my name and that I was lured here by the hot coffee on a cold night, much as he had been. I held out my hand expecting a hand and a name to go with it, but all I got was a stare and a frown.

“You shouldn’t be able to see me, my coffee, my donut or the bird.” he said.

“What bird?”

“Well, at least something is going right tonight!” He clapped his hands, rubbed them together and took three deep breaths. His brows furrowed and he reached a finger out towards my face.

I pushed the chair back but he just said “Not to worry, not to worry, this won’t take but a moment and you will feel better than you have in years.” Something about his voice was soothing and believable. He reached out that finger again and touched me right between my eyes.

Hmmmmm…Still have nothing, maybe tomorrow.