The Park at Sunrise by Brazil Lee

Author:Brazil, Lee [Brazil, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Lime Time Press
Published: 2013-03-18T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I had two options for where to find Jason, and the scarcity of information hurt. There was a time when I'd have known which coffee house to cruise, which restaurant, which dusty bookstore. Now, if I didn't find him in the park, which I seriously hoped for, I would have to somehow find his gallery. If he wasn't in either of those places, I'd be forced to check old hangouts from our college days.

The roads were fortunately cleared, and driving this morning wasn't as dangerous a proposition as it had been during the storm. I made it to the park as the sun climbed above the tree line and rushed down the same sidewalk I'd crossed just yesterday. The paths were snow-covered, and no one had passed this way before me. Still, I had to tread forward and make sure. If he was here, he'd be on that bench, I knew it in my heart. It would be the perfect place to close this chapter of our lives. My palms were damp with nervous sweat in the warm gloves, and my breath came in visible puffs in the morning cold.

The bench was fairly secluded, so I had to walk quite a distance to prove that Jason wasn't there. That left the gallery, the location of which I was ignorant.

Breathing deeply of the crisp mountain air, I stiffened my spine from its dispirited slump and turned around. There used to be a coffee shop that we hung out at on the corner. I could head over there, get a cup of coffee, if they took my debit card, and rifle through a phone book.

Typically, I didn't consider how sitting in that particular coffee shop would feel. I should have gone to the Starbucks across the street. Too many nights we'd spent in this coffee shop with Jason and Paul both ripping apart movies, books, professors, talking dreams, sharing everything, while I scribbled out formulas and solutions to equations on the backs of napkins and receipts. On many a Saturday night or afternoon, we'd staked out the front bow window, where today the same raggedy reject of a love seat sat wedged against a low coffee table. Our books and backpacks had overflowed the nook, and we'd sink into our own little world until the weary baristas turned us out at closing time.

I turned my back to that window and sat resolutely on a mismatched barstool at a graffiti-covered table with the phone book and a cup of plain black coffee, house blend. I'm not a coffee snob. I can barely tell the difference between one grade and another, and this morning all I needed was something hot to warm me from the inside out.

It took about two seconds with the Yellow Pages to realize that, of course, Jason's gallery was called Sunrise and was located just around the corner in the old part of town where vehicles were prohibited and college kids hung out back in the day. On the

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