Stories tagged “diner”
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Clues in the Diner
Numbers were safe. I counted my steps, my heart beat, things I passed, groups of people at the park. I walked to my favorite diner. I liked it because they played good music and had interesting people walk in. The waitresses all wore retro uniforms of ...
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Number 12
In a diner, not far from Chicago, I sit. I’ve just finished the most amazing pancakes I have ever eaten, period. They were so light and fluffy, and the syrup was as sweet as the sun. My stomach full and my spirits high, it’s time to go to w...
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Gotta Eat
“If we don’t get something to eat I will die from starvation,” I say dramatically, “We have to find a place to eat.” Maddy and I are walking down the isles at the gas station. I glance out the window and I see Thomas alrea...
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Blue Plate Special
When Matt stumbled into the diner, he had not eaten in sixteen days. The patrons watched, horrified, as he staggered through the front door and fell to his knees. His eyes were glassy, his skin cracked and dry. His movements appeared to require hercule...
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New Things To Worry About
We wait around in the parking lot for Amber to come back. “She’ll be fine Thomas, stop pacing.” Sam said, watching him with amusement. “I can’t help it,” Thomas replied, continuing to pace. “What if she gets hu...
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a strange alliance
“What we have…well, I couldn’t possibly describe it,” he said leaning over the table, trying to look serious. He was failing. “You’re right, it is a strange little arrangement we’ve got going,” I offered....
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Whiteout
“…a doozy…enty-four to thirty-s…to four fe…inds of fifty-f…” The dying batteries in the radio released just enough information to let everyone in the diner know that they would be stuck for the duration of the ...
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Whiteout, 02
Her Mom is on her cell to work so Kim’s sketching when the sleezebag walks in. A cop too, but cops aren’t all that – if you’ve got the uniform down you’re just doing variations on faces, so: boring. But a genuine done-time...
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On a Winters Night Part 2
Julia waited at home for her mother to come home, inside the dark dreary home. The boards creaked, the pipes rattled. Julia had no desire to sit in her room any longer and wait for her mother. Julia had only trusted one person of her secrets and felt s...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 1
Owning a diner on the outskirts of town, you learn a lot. Always have extra toilet paper for the washrooms, keep a clean counter, and always have time to listen to customers. Sure I may not look the part, but I have many stories to tell. This one time,...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 2
I knew after thinking about it that as soon as he walked in on a cold stormy night, that this wasn’t going to end well. It’s like what you see in story books and movies. He looked innocent enough, but the look of fear in Jennifer’s ey...
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Outskirts Diner - Part 3
“Put the knife away Damien!” Jennifer screamed as she gripped me tight in front of her. “Shut up Bitch! Can’t you tell I love you!” Damien screamed. I finally noticed his blood shot eyes. He had been without sleep for the ...
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Juan
From the outside of Campbell’s Diner, Juan could see the flashing lights, could hear the pop music of his school’s dance a block away. Most of the kids he knew would be there; he, in contrast, was up the street, bussing tables and taking out the tr...
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Brotherly Request
I considered my brother from across the diner table, nigh on forty years and still as cherubic as ever. My coffee, black and utilitarian, looked like tar compared to the creamy bastardization of brew he was happily stirring. “Billy,” he sai...
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Elenore
Elenore sat in the diner booth letting her cup of coffee go cold. The colour in her cheeks have all been flushed out. All she did was just stare out at the window as passersby rushed with umbrellas drawn. The droplets of rain resting comfortably on the...
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Elenore's Friend
Elenore simply looked away leaving the waitress defeated. Other guests of this small town diner could be seen ducking behind their menus; no doubt gossiping about the latest events. Elenore though was oblivious, absorbed in her own thoughts. The breakf...
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Nebraskan Tippers
She takes her corn And leaves no coin The cow that doesn’t tip.
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Plates, Trays, and Automobiles
A little place called Four AM. We stepped into the dinner, knowing our money was low. We’d been traveling at night a lot. There were two younger Latino men in the corner booth, sipping coffee, and debating the wonders of nighttime driving with th...
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High (Heel) Maintenance [Part One]
I placed my purse on the tacky, red upholstery my local diner filled its dining room with. I was too overdressed to be here, but I’m a 24 year old girl, how can I not want to show off? Especially with my boyfriend? I sat down and fixed my belt wh...
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High (Heel) Maintenance [Part Two]
I looked at Scott and he looked at me. I reached for his hands across the table and he embraced them. Unwillingly, however. “What’s the matter?” I said, concerned. “No, nothing. Just a long day at work.” He let go of my ha...
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High (Heel) Maintenance [Part Three]
That was the most I heard him talk all day. “Oh, so you have a problem with me looking good? I can’t help it. I work hard to look the way I do. If guys look, how is that my problem?” I took a sip of my water. That wasn’t the rig...