“There’s instant coffee, there’s eggs and there’s toast – breakfast with Jake and Eileen.”
I can see this picture in my mind. I see them at the table with vinyl table cloth in that country kitchen. I see the white mug, slightly stained, that Jake drinks his Nescafe coffee from. I can feel the mix of crunch and softness of the toast. I can taste the jam – homemade strawberry from last year’s crop.
I wrote this as a gift for Linda on our 25th wedding anniversary. I fell in love with these two and their story.
Yes, it’s fictional. Yes, it’s autobiographical to the degree that one can write a future autobiography. Yes, I don’t drink (as much). I take out the garbage. And yes — I don’t dance. But on that night when we celebrated our 25th anniversary, whil, I held her tight and tried not to step on her toes.
Listen for yourself to Jake and Eileen