Check Please Top

You snag your favorite booth at the 24-hour diner up the block. You order what you always order - the western omelette, a side of salsa, and a mug of black coffee. Your blue and white plaid, button up flatters your form, while still allowing some leeway for the upcoming full tummy that will fuel tonight's solo flash fiction writing session. You observe diner guests and imagine what their lives are like - where they've lived, how many hands they've... More

You snag your favorite booth at the 24-hour diner up the block. You order what you always order - the western omelette, a side of salsa, and a mug of black coffee. Your blue and white plaid, button up flatters your form, while still allowing some leeway for the upcoming full tummy that will fuel tonight's solo flash fiction writing session. You observe diner guests and imagine what their lives are like - where they've lived, how many hands they've held, what they do every day. You eat while you write and loosen your thin, silver-studded belt a notch so you can finish the last bites on your plate. You notice the reflection of your top's looking glass-blue buttons in the surface of your coffee as you dot a period on your final sentence and sit back, feeling accomplished. Check, please!