Creative writing story

Meeting Annie
Simone Klibingat


I have never told you where I met my wife, your grandmother Annie. Now I want to tell where it all happened.

It was February and I was in Dublin. On a cloudy day I walked around in the city. It was cold, but not much colder than in Brussels where I was before.

So I walked around with my hat and my scarf.

Katharina smiled when she read this. Her grandfather used to wear a hat and a scarf from the end of September till the beginning of March. No matter how the weather was like. It was something psychologically.

Soon it started to rain and I looked for a shelter from the rain. There was a cafe on the other side of the street. I looked through the window and there she was. Do you believe in love at first sight? Probably not, but that happened to me when I first met Annie. She was so beautiful. It was the way she sat on the chair. Her short dark hair which was a little bit curled, like yours. The way she held the coffee cup. It seemed to me as if she was from another world.

She was alone. I stepped into the cafe and went to her table. "May I join you?", I asked her. And she said yes.

Time flew by as we sat at the table, drank our coffee and talked. Suddenly, she looked at her watch and recognised how late it was. She took her scarf and her coat and with a sigh, I wasn't able to interpret by this time, she said goodbye and left the cafe.

She told me that she was going to Achill Island on the next day. So I cancelled my hotel room and booked a ticket to Achill Island. I know, this story seems to "Hollywood-like" and very romantic. Too nice to be true. But later it wasn't that nice any longer. It was still like in a bad Hollywood film.

On Achill Island I learned that Annie was already engaged to a man called Martin Blank.



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