Prompt response to Hemingway’s Iceberg from The Creative Writer’s Notebook.
In the café, Jerry studies the doctor’s report online. He’s looking for hints of the number of years he has left. Hoping to make it to seventy, he picks up the Wall Street Journal and tosses it into the garbage can. [written after the Water Line]
A man of sixty-plus years sits alone at the café table. His neatly trimmed beard of mostly white hair partly covers his neck and black baseball hat shades his eyes from the sunlight. Wearing khaki shorts with no socks and black and white Converse, his legs are splayed around the table. He swirls the cup of his half-filled iced coffee. Then takes a bite of his crumb cake with his right hand. Wiping his fingers on his shorts, he begins taping on his tablet and glances at the newspaper. Shrugging his black hoodie over his shoulders, he gets up and throws the paper in the garbage. Folds down his computer tablet, carrying it under his left arm, and opens the door with his bent back. A January wind blows the door open.