Wisened Woman

Wisened Woman

The Beauty Of Age And Wisdom

Chapter 1 by gscmar64 gscmar64

I enter Costa Coffee after a particular troublesome shoot for the latest “Wisened Woman feature in the “Reader’s Choice”. If it wasn’t the editor’s aunt I would have told the stuck up bitch to get out. As I take my position at the back of the line I spot her at the counter. As she turns my eyes drink in the playful intelligence look on her face and in her brown eyes. My god this woman just screams “Wisened Woman”

Under my breath, “Please lord make me stay here until I can try to approach her about posing for me!” Her cup is presented to her along with a tray with a cinnamon bun on it, Forget myself crying out “Yes thank you lord!” All head turn, gazing at me, lucky I have my headpiece in my ear, trailing down to a smartphone. “The local council has rescinded the nightly parking fee in Municipal lots!” hoping everyone will believe I’m not crazy!

Looking around , seeing her in a booth, taking her coat off, revealing a white blouse and a gentle hint of breasts. Without realizing what i’m doing I bite my lower lip, fantasizing about her in various poses as i snap away.

“Can I help you sir?” I’m instantly back to reality placing my order for a straight coffee and a biscuit. When it’s ready I make a beeline to her. In the ten years I’ve been approaching women about posing she has me shaking like an awestruck teenage! Getting closer “er! Excuse me is this seat taken?”


“Yes thank you lord!’ catches me attention as I collect me tea and cinnamon bun. Making my way to the only open booth, sliding in by the wind. Taking my coat off settling in to read the Times. A few minutes pass before

“Er! Excuse me is this seat taken?” looking up from an article on Heathrow expansion, seeing the gentleman from the line, trembling holding a tray

“No feel free!” return to my paper as he sit, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about my appearance for some strange reason. Without even looking up I can tell that my new booth mate is checking me out a little more intently that a normal person would.

Then something that really makes me self conscious “Would you be offended if i told you you were the epiphany of my work at Wisened Woman?”

“Wisened Woman?”

“My pictorial of women who extrude both wisdom and beauty through their face. A weekly pictorial feature in the “Reader’s Choice” passing me his card, Graeme Colter, photographer.

“I would love to photograph you for my next pictorial!”

I was speechless, no one has ever comment about me like that before. Then my phone goes off an emergency at the firm requiring my immediate presence. Putting on my coat, placing his card in a coat pocket and making my apologies before walking out, the sensation of his eyes following my every step out.

With the crisis averted I arrive home at five, in time to meet Phillip leaving with his assistance Mary. “Good timing Heather!, you saved me a call later, Mary and I have to fly to Malaysia for a meeting with a new client. Don’t know how long we’ll be gone!” kissing my on the cheek before piling into a black cab at the curb

Standing staring as the cab drove off then going inside and shutting the door. Well at least this time Phillip deemed me worthy of a phone call. Placing my gloves into my coat pocket, my hand coming into contact with a strange card, removing it reading the name embossed on it, memories of this afternoon in Costa Coffee flooding back.

“I would love to photograph you!” He seem so genuine in his approach. Plus he showed me more attention than Phillip has in years. On impulse I take out my phone and dial his numb“Hello?”

“Mister Colter, i don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”

Meeting

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