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Articles: Short Stories | Contemplations of a Small Town Morning
- Mrs. malathi kona
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The waitress behind the counter smiles as she brings up the bill to pay - two dollars and forty-seven cents. She hands over a five and waits for her change. Moving back over to collect her things, she drops a dollar on the table. She knows the tip is half the bill, but the waitress is friendly and has eyes gleaming with kindness. She likes to think that she is a good judge of people and that the waitress will appreciate the gesture. Who knows? Maybe she is completely wrong. Maybe the waitress isn't generous or friendly at all. Either way, as she pulls on her jacket and gloves, she feels a sense of calm and happiness come upon her.
She wishes she could do this every morning. The people going about their simple lives intrigue her. She could easily sit for hours, just watching the patrons come in and out, always the same scenario. The owner knows every one of them, talking animatedly about old friends, children, and distant memories.
She wonders what it would be like if she were to make her life here. While the small town life has always seemed so suffocating, this morning it feels like freedom. Sitting in the small diner is so much different than being at home, waiting for the bus to pick her up for school.
She has always been an early riser. Her friends often tell her she's crazy for getting up an hour earlier than she needs to. She tells them that she likes the ability to sit and drink a cup of coffee - relax a while before beginning the day. Somehow, after this morning, her hour of 'relaxation' at home doesn't seem so relaxing. At the little restaurant, she is at peace, having to do nothing but drink the bittersweet life force and think. At home, even as she is sitting, everything is rushing about - within her, without her.
She contemplates her small town morning, deciding that she wouldn't mind having the same type of morning often, but not every morning. While she loves the tranquility of it, she thinks that, were it to become routine, the effect would falter and die. The peace she feels now would eventually turn into numbness. The quiet would soon turn maddening. And while she admits that the small town morning and the small town people are intriguing, she will always be a big city girl at heart.
malathi
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