A strangely bitter coffee

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?

I stared at her, bewildered.

When she didn’t volunteer any explanation, I managed to stutter, “You have?”

The woman had a vaguely official air about her. She nodded briskly and said, “Come on Ardee, it’s time to go now. We are already late.”

By now I realised there had been some mistake. 

“I am sorry”, I said as politely as I could. “I am waiting for my daughter here. She’s on her way from school now. We always have coffee here on Wednesdays.”

Just as I finished explaining, I was struck by an odd expression that suddenly passed through the woman’s eyes. I couldn’t place it until she leaned forward and gently touched my hand.

It was sympathy and for some unknown reason, it wrenched my heart.

“Ardee”, she said softly. 

“You have to let her go now. She’s gone, remember?”

I stared at her. 

“Come back, love. It’s time for your meds.”

Via the Daily Prompt.

 

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