It's Alright
It’s Alright Alvin brought the cup to the small table in their apartment, placed it in front of his wife, and sat down across from her, smiling at her lovely face. A plate of cookies sat between them, next to a small vase of fresh-cut flowers. He looked out the window next to them, seeing the blue sky, a brilliant backdrop to the trees that were dressed in their fall fashions, reds, yellows, and tans. He thought about opening the window for some fresh air, but the allergies made his wife’s eyes water. Maybe he would go out after dinner and enjoy the sunset, he thought. He pulled his red metal folding chair out from the table and sat down with a soft grunt, the tablecloth settling over his knees that creaked like rusty hinges. He spoke to his wife. “Do you remember when we went to that little town in New Hampshire and had coffee and tea at that little shop by the bay? We sat at a little table just like this one. I had coffee and you had peppermint tea.” He nodded at her cup,...