Six-minute-old steam rose between their faces, their keen noses having drifted towards the blue glass displaying the stairwell beyond. The entrance into their lives that She would make, aided by the hand of a professional. They stared through the improbable art that they had once imagined just to have something to say to each other, in equally exciting, but less anxious times. Stern men and peacocks were purely obstacles to them now, the warps in the glass as frustrating as raindrops on glasses when you’re trying to ride a bike on a busy road.
They fiddled nervously and found each other’s fingers, danced between glimpses, first of comfort in each other’s eyes, then of worry at the expectant looks from the waiting staff. It was nearly closing time.
They flinched like flighty dogs at every shift of light, imagining at once both Her, and disappointing nothing. Plates were tidied away from their table, saucers and spoons slipped away without their ceremonious attention. This was a point in time too important for the tiniest of social niceties. The waitress didn’t need their smiles as much as they needed to be looking when She arrived.
She would bring with her: confirmation, completion. She was the answer to all their problems, and indeed all the problems belonging to the world at large.
She was but six minutes old and already the saviour of the universe.
Written in response to the keyword ‘adoption’, suggested in The Writer’s Block.
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