Example of Sadness: Dunkin' Donuts
I don't want to talk about why I was in Dunkin' Donuts. But while there I saw an old woman and an old man sitting across from one another, each drinking a small coffee. They were sitting by the window. A small square of wax paper was between them on the table. They did not look at one another. They did not speak. I caught the old man's eye and he gave me a hard, lonely look.
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"I don't want to talk about why I was in Dunkin' Donuts."
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Once I was at Tim Hortons--the Canadian version of Dunkin' Donuts. I don't want to talk about why I was there either, but I will--I was there for donuts. A lot of donuts. This was about 6 months after my grandfather died. This is a grandfather I loved beyond reason, for no good reason, really, the way you love a handsome, worthless lover who makes you feel, for moments at a time, that there is no world. I saw a very old man come in while I was waiting in line--I was second in line, just about to order. He came in and joined a young woman in the line, and they hugged, he kissed her cheek. I began to silently cry, no sobs but streams of tears, and I ordered my donuts this way, just crying and crying, and nobody said anything.
I was once in a café on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. It's not important why I was there but there were no doughnuts. There was however a pair of twin girls sitting at the table next to us. They sat in complete silence all the time we were there. It looked like they might have had a row. What puzzled me was that they still sat on and finished their coffees before leaving together. The two girls had the most striking long red hair. I went home and wrote a short story about them.
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