Ich sitze im Kaffee. Draußen regnet es. Kurzgeschichte und neuer Song by Ralf Christoph Kaiser in real HD Sound on TheBedtimestory.online - thebedtimestory.online

I'm sitting in the coffee. It's raining outside. Short story and new song by Ralf Christoph Kaiser in real HD sound on TheBedtimestory.online

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Dear friends of music and art by Ralf Christoph Kaiser, today you get the new short story here: "I'm sitting in the coffee. It's raining outside." The story takes place somewhere by the sea on a rainy summer day.

The song that goes with the story plays like a short radio play and celebrates this idea. Nice sound noises were used in the song, including pattering rain on the window that I recorded myself.

The trumpet in the song plays like a red thread through the entire story and accompanies the listener.

The short story and the song could both be a template for a long romance novel. As is well known, most of it always takes place in your head in your own imagination. This is also the case here with this plant. Get inspired and enjoy the song:

In the download package you get the song in HD quality and as mp3 and the story in an international version as a PDF document.

Here is the short story:

I'm sitting in the coffee. It's raining outside. Short story by Ralf Christoph Kaiser May 10th, 2021

I'm sitting in the coffee. It's raining outside; A young woman is sitting next to me at the table, sipping her tea while she reads.

She wears a sun hat even though it is raining.

Are you doing well? She is pretty.

Once she looks over at me for a moment, but avoids my eyes.

I'll take a sip of my latte macchiato with 1 sugar and grin at you.

I have my cell phone on the table and keep tapping in a few lines.

It will be a poem, a romantic one.

At some point I will dare to speak to you.

What the weather today, it is exactly the right place to be here now!“

She slowly lifts her head and replies in a friendly manner:

I actually wanted to go on a boat tour today, but in this weather I will stay here.“

I ask interested: What a boat tour, if I may askf?“

Oh nothing special, I just wanted to take the fishing boat out to the island, that should be pretty nice.“

Me: yes, that's right, I've also heard about it: Are you here aloneier?“

She: yes, it seems like I broke up with my boyfriend before summer and still wanted to spend a little vacation by the sea..“

What about you, what are you doing here?“

Me: It's one of my favorite places here. I am here for several weeks almost every summer, writing and composing musick“

You: What do you write, if I may askrf?“

Me: Oh nothing special, just small short stories and poems that I later publish internationally on the Internet on:„TheBedtimestory.online

You: You are TheBedtimestory.online? seriously I know almost every publication I'm a fan of it, so to speak..“

Me: I'm glad to hear that! It is no longer a secret, in my latest poem from just now you appear in it!!“

She is embarrassed and throws back her hair: I thought so, you write down real experiences. Can I seeen?

Me: With pleasure, I'll send it to you via WhatsApp, tell me your numberr?“

She thinks about it briefly, but then clearly says: ok, why not. She reads your number slowly and then repeats it again at the end.al.

I grin to myself, type the number into the cell phone and press the trigger on WhatsApp.

-Your phone vibrates and she looks at it. Suddenly she grins and turns slightly red: You charmer, you couldn't have wrapped me around your finger bettern“

But tell me honestly what do you want from me?“

I reply: A romantic adventure or something. I pause for a moment. Say what would be possibleich?“

She thinks for a moment and then whispers with her hand up: Let's get out of here, that is already too much noticeablef“

Me: please come and see me. I live two houses down in a house with a pool and terracese“

You: You mean I am safe with you - she pauses for a moment and then mischievously says I accept the invitation, but only until this evening, then we'll see. I just have to go to the bathroom. You pay for me withmich mit?“

Me: Of course, please, take your time, the landlord here always needs a little longer..“

She takes her handbag and disappears towards the toilet.

I wave to the landlord and finish the last lines of the poem: The fish has bitten, now it depends on how it is prepared. I want to know today. This woman has style I would love to kiss hern“

I pay and we go out of the bar together.

I hold the door for her and she smiles boldly.



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