Platonic Love
Published in Issue #13 Translated from Yiddish by Jessica Kirzane subscribe to unlock the full storyHe was a nice man, and older than forty. He was average height, well built, with a chest as firm as iron, with a pale, round, bright face and a head of thick blond hair, and with large, blue, happy eyes.
She was a tall, slender brunette, around the same age. Her feathery hair was swept up high upon her head. Her face was long, smooth, gentle, and her dark eyes were fiery, grasping at the heart and awakening longing with their lonesome gaze.
The two of them still got along well. Years ago someone introduced them and they got to know each other, and now they met casually every Saturday at a familiar café.
She always arrived early. The waiter approached her respectfully. She ordered her meal and looked around. Seeing no one she knew, her face grew a little paler, her eyes lonelier, and she busied herself with eating.
When he opened the door, she gave a start, before she even knew for certain that it was him. She felt that it was him before she saw him. He glanced around the room and nodded to many acquaintances. He considered for awhile and decided that there was probably no more interesting place to sit than next to her.
“Hello! Hello!” She gave him a loose handshake, and he sat beside her and began a conversation.
The other patrons of the café knew that there was “nothing” going on between the two of them, and this made them all the more curious to know what...
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