At a cafe ... (He and she) A very short story, Inspiration of Ghanem Issa

It happened that I dated him in that cafe near the sea ..

 They shook cold, each one sitting on his chair and staring at the glass-filled glass of water above the table.

There was nothing but the moon watching them, the place shines .. Other than light winds, it plays with its black hair like the darkness of the night ..

In a cold way she makes it up .. He thinks about her .. She is thinking of leaving him ..

Remember ... she first met him here, exchanging love with love until their souls dwelt ..

And now she stares away at her imprinted finger in the sea of ​​pain.

He, quickly ignites his tobacco, until he almost burns his heart, excessively drinks cigarettes, thinking that he calms Khaulij himself ..

He couldn't wait for the sip of the juice that he had requested for it to sip ..

She did not let him complete the words of his admonition.

 Language and blame escaped accusations.

How do you decide to stay away from him ..?

 It was hard for her to be estranged ..

How can he believe that she never exchanged love ..

Their feelings scratched the silent words .. Because tears of rain fell from its two eyeballs to silence the silence of its fires, cries and words ..

And when silence prevailed, they saw their hearts ..

I jumped ..

Soon she left the coffee shop quickly, confusing things, dropping her belongings, trying to gather her strength and gathering her together.

The waiter is asked for the account .. He pays the bill for the last meeting between them and is attached to it ..

He did not tell her boyfriend about the date of marriage ..

She is ... How can a barren woman tell him that she is ..?