“Somebody rescue me!” Carrie thought as she flipped the burger. She flipped the one next to it. There was that hiss as the new side of the meat met the hot plate. She sighed. An observer, maybe someone sitting at… Continue Reading
I recognized the waitress. Allison or Anna. “Hey, how are you? Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said. I took off my heavy winter coat and scarf and settled into the diner booth. “Fine. I haven’t seen you in… Continue Reading
The number flashed on my watch: seventeen-million, four-hundred forty-two thousand, six-hundred and eighty-three. Everything looked strange in the small restaurant. A translucent haze of shimmering multicolored light radiated from the tables, chairs, floor, people. My waitress, Colette, stood beside me,… Continue Reading
I still walk. Breathe. Eat. I am a corpse in clothes. Want nothing. Numb. Since my husband died, I just don’t want to be here. Here. Anywhere. I poke my emotional ash-heap of a self with sharpened sticks to confirm… Continue Reading
The loud man says, “You know how to tell he’s lying — when his lips are moving,” like it’s news. Across the room the man with the butterfly bandage taped across the bridge of his nose thinks he’s the one… Continue Reading
“I’ve been at work five minutes and already have butter on my pants.” Rona swiped at the spot with a napkin. “Could be worse,” I said. “How?” “Hot bacon grease. On your arm.” “Looking on the bright side all the… Continue Reading
“Chocolate soy chai latte, please.” Joe couldn’t believe it. This was Joe’s Diner. How could she say that? Decaf was as far as he went, grudgingly. But she was cute, in an odd way. Black lipstick. Green fingernails. Five-colored hair.… Continue Reading