Altarpiece Triptych

One fine day, Edward set out from his house in the west side of the city, which is to my right since I'm facing south. He headed east, toward the centre of the city, which is where I am coincidentally placed. He was in a good mood, knowing, as he did, that he was to meet his beloved on Division Street, which was the name of the street that cut directly down the middle of the city. Yes, a merry mood, for in his pocket he clutched a small velvety oyster-shell of a box designed for a ring. Surprisingly enough, he was not in the least worried about being turned down. In fact, he'd already been discussing marriage with Seren for quite some time, albeit half-jokingly. He arrived at the café a couple minutes early, so he was sitting with his black coffee when he saw Seren through the window.

 

Their eyes met, and their minds relaxed. They'd both been tense, Seren more tense than Edward albeit, but now they were quickly relaxed. Cars were rushing along Division street, straightly up and down my medial vista, with their engines making ruckuses, horns making honkings, and radios belching pop, but all that chaos made a quick exit when their eyes met. Edward cleared room on the table while he watched Seren at the counter ordering and waiting for a Caffè Americano. Seren, meanwhile, was reading the menu posted above the bar from top left to bottom right, working in her mind her best stage-French accent, and pointedly refusing to look in Edward's direction. Having been given the Caffè, she loudly said: "Thanks!" and only then turned to start her approach of the table and optical bond with her beloved. Edward fingered the box in his pocket as she sat down to take up a slender spoon and stir. She said: "Hello, Sunday." He said: "Hello, Sunday." Together they looked out the window to look upon my Division Street, and together sighed. Seren said that it looked like a nice day to go off to the park with a bottle of wine. He found this comment to be frustratingly trivial under the circumstances and made a grr sound, to which she responded bodily by stiffening. "Something wrong?" she ventured. He, in response, threw all in, pulled the box from his pocket, and put it before her in a most gentle way. "It's what they call an engagement ring," he said. "It's because I think we should get married." Seren opened the box and said: "Yes. Yes." Together they left the café, and perhaps the story ends as it did in Cet obscur objet du désir, or perhaps I'm thinking of another film.

 

One fine day, Seren set out from her house in the east side of the city, which is to my left since I'm facing south. She headed west, toward the centre of the city, which is where I am coincidentally placed. She was fearfully expecting something special to happen that day, for Edward had told her he had an important matter to discuss. She awfully hoped it didn't mean he would be leaving the city in search of fame and fortune, for she loved him and wanted to marry him if only he would broach the subject in a serious manner rather than in that annoying half-joking way he had sometimes. However, she figured, it was a fine day, and how could anything bad happen on a fine day? She got to Division Street and crossed it to get on the proper side. In the café window she saw Edward.