She sat at her computer every day, playing solitaire.
It reminded her of better days. Of days when they used to sit together and play for hours on end. When they took turns restocking their nourishment. It reminded her of when he would pull on one of her pigtails and tease her for being a sore loser. It reminded her of him. He was soft and cuddly, yet muscular all at once.
He was her everything. He was physically gone now, but he sat beside her and played solitaire every day. She won the game she was currently playing, and added another tally mark to her side of the scoreboard. He was still ahead. That’s how good he was. Playing solitaire was their favorite pastime, maybe their only pastime. He never cared that they didn’t go out on dates like other couples. He was fine with staying at home and cuddling. `
He didn’t like to drive much, and now she hated it. A car took his life, well a car and an intoxicated driver. She walked everywhere now. She was fine with it, exercise her legs. He rode a bike most of the time, but it had become wrecked and unrideable in the accident.
She opened a new tab and typed in Bicycles For Sale. Hundreds of results popped up. Scrolling for hours, she had found a lavender bike with a wicker basket. She looked at the price. $350. Way out of her price range. She kept looking and came across his bike. She closed her eyes as the memories came flooding back. When they met. She had walked right into his bike with her nose in a book and dropped it. Pride & Prejudice. She always wanted a Mr. Darcy. He apologized, picked up her book, and looked her in her captivating lavender eyes. They matched the bike she wanted. He offered to buy her a drink, and she accepted. It took off from there.
She opened her eyes and looked at the price, it was $50. Of course, it wasn’t his bike but a copy of the one he rode. She could afford it, and she wanted it. She emailed the seller and told him she was interested and where could she meet him to pick it up. He replied with a coffee shop that was 2 blocks over at 3:00. She looked at the time. 1:15. Perfect. She needed food, a shower, and to do some laundry. After eggs, a hot bath, and 2 ½ loads of laundry were finished she set off for Elliot’s Cafe.
