Saturday night; I meet Mike at closing time.
She wears slippers, badge says Lucy, but we know her name is Kate. Her blouse is neat as always, grey hair pony-tailed.
Pouting she eyelashes us, notebook in hand:
“What y’a have today boys?”
Mike seems to hesitate, but after a just moment he sighs:
“What’s the special for today?”
“Hash and Sausage; cooked for two.”
“My place or your place?” I blurt.
We laugh and as every weekend for thirty years, we lock the vacant diner and leave together for our menage a trois. Tonight it’s Mike’s turn to sleep alone.
I wanted to do something less grisly this week and the picture was perfect for me to do something a bit nostalgic and sweet. I’m curios how this rather different way of telling a story of sorts worked.
Rochelle, waits our tables with a new picture every week and we try our best to write something new in hundred words.
December 21, 2016