Joaquin stood in his doorway and looked at the sunset. It used to bring tears. But now it confirms his relentless grief. One more ending. Another day passed. Another week.
Once again it is night. And once again it is this night.
Did his friends leave him? Or did he leave them? Who wants to waste their time on him, after all? He has nothing to offer. “Life goes on,” they said. It certainly does. They moved on. He doesn’t need them. Joaquin knows where he belongs.
He sits and stares and sometimes awakens with a start. He never feels rested. Nothing interests him.
He doesn’t follow current events. TV announcers are like nails on a blackboard. Newspapers are a torture.
All these people, blithely living their lives, ignorant of Maria’s passing. How dare they? What gives them the right to enjoy their lives, when Maria left so young?
Only his memory of Maria doesn’t change. Truly the love of his life, she is his one constant. His true north. And that proves a curse too. The living change and grow. But Maria lives no more.
Everything ends. Everything always ends, Joaquin thought. But he lives on. He can’t end himself and this constant pain. If he left, who would remember Maria?
Joaquin knew he wouldn’t sleep. So he stepped into the deepening gloom.
He looked at the clock above the funeral home door. With grim irony, he observed, you can always count on them to have a dependable clock. Each evening he pondered how time continues its cyclical journey. Moving ever forward, yet covering the same ground over and again.
Joaquin stepped carefully on the uneven sidewalk. He remembers when they installed it. They were kids, giggling together. They waited for the workmen to leave, to inscribe their initials inside a heart. It was Valentine’s Day. Today. How many years ago? He chased her with his muddy finger outstretched.
Joaquin noted those initials each time he walked by. Over time, tree roots transformed the path into an obstacle course. Who put these old trees here? Joaquin didn’t remember them. Soon, other workmen will restore the sidewalk to safety. Can’t let anyone sue the city over a sidewalk. Safety first!
Then, Joaquin’s heart and their initials will be consigned to a landfill. But he will remember.
Joaquin continues aimlessly over the same route he travels every night. The store fronts have changed. Traffic ebbs and flows. His path traces the steps they walked together, hand in hand, from the beginning. So many times!
He saw their old café up the street. Just a fast food joint. Joaquin remembered all the meals they shared at Pedro’s. He figured he owned it several times over for all the food he bought. Crispy tacos! It was cheap, good food. But it was always a feast when he shared it with Maria.
Joaquin watched the young couple as they approached the café. They were dressed for a romantic night out. He wondered, “Why do they go to my café?” Joaquin loved this place, but it was not for fine dining.
He reached into his jacket pocket and waited.
~
Sam and Elle bustled about, getting ready. It’s Valentine’s Day and they were going to their favorite, romantic dinner.
They had always gone to this restaurant for special occasions. A relic from a simpler time, the building was once someone’s home. When the city expanded out, someone converted it into the French restaurant they went to for ‘special nights’.
Elle always ordered the filet mignon, the best in the city. And they would share a crème brûlée for dessert. Sam would linger over coffee, or perhaps a brandy, while watching the city settle into nighttime through the bay windows.
“We need to go, Elle. You look great,” said Sam as Elle checked her hair in the mirror and straightened her dress.
“I’m ready. Just let me…”
“Of course.” Sam straightened his tie and donned his sports coat.
As Sam merged into traffic, Elle checked her smart phone. She groaned with disappointment.
“You aren’t going to believe this.”
“What?”
“C’est la Vie is closed.”
“You’re kidding! But we have reservations!”
“No. It says here, the health department shut them down due to ‘rats.’”
“Rats?”
“Yup.”
“There goes the recipe for their ‘secret sauce’. Rats always get blamed. Anyway, I thought rats were ‘de riguer’ for a French restaurant.”
“Sam? Where are we going to eat?”
“Uhm… Everything is booked. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Well, I hope you know I’m not cooking.”
“Never crossed my mind… Thinking outside of the Jack-in-the-box…”
“Well?”
“This is unorthodox, but how about that place we used to go to when we first started dating?”
“Pedro’s? We haven’t been there in years!”
“It might be fun. You’re nostalgic. Let’s drive by and see if it’s still open.”
“Great idea. Best food in the world. It’ll be open.”
“Doesn’t hurt to slum it on occasion. It’s for a good cause.”
They parked and made their way down the jagged sidewalk to their nostalgic favorite. They held hands with affection, but also to keep from falling.
Elle noticed Joaquin standing down the block but then was distracted by the heart shaped balloons.
“Oh, look! They’re beautiful. Sam, this is perfect. You’re a genius.”
“Let me tell you, blowing them up so they float is not as easy as you might think.”
Elle grabbed a booth and Sam went to the counter to order their traditional, “Two plus two crispy tacos, a large fry and two large diet cokes.” The longtime employees were gone. But the chef caught Sam’s eye and gave him a little salute.
Sam and Elle took turns taking pictures with the pink balloons. Elle borrowed a quarter from Sam to put on a favorite from the juke box. “They still have all my songs,” she exclaimed. “Why did we stop coming here?”
Their number was called. Sam went up to retrieve the tray stacked with little baskets of rich food. He asked for two plastic forks.
Then Sam heard Elle call out. “Wait! Stop. What are you doing?” He turned to see a little man hurry away from their table and exit the café.
Sam rushed over to Elle. “Are you alright? What did he do?”
“I’m okay. He just walked up and put that on the table.”
Sam looked down to see a crisp, hundred dollar bill lying on the Formica table top. It made no sense. He grabbed the bill and ran out to catch the man. There was no sign of him.
Sam returned to Elle and put the bill back onto the table. He shook his head. “Did he touch you? What happened?”
Elle still looked confused. Her eyes glistened. “You went to get the food and he just walked up and put it down. He looked at me and kind of made a little bow. He didn’t say anything.”
“Oh! The food.” Sam returned to the pick-up counter and got their tray. He transferred the baskets with the tacos and fries onto their table. The hundred dollar bill lay there untouched. Benjamin Franklin looked more amused than usual.
Sam smiled and pushed the bill towards his wife. “I believe this is yours, Elle.”
They looked at each other and grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”