100-Word Challenge, Day 190


 

Diner
Image by moriza via Flickr

The diner is dark and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke permeates every corner of the place though smoking has been banned from restaurants for four years now. I slide into a booth and pretend to look at a menu. A chubby young waitress steps up to my table and asks what I’d like to eat. I tell her and she stand there, like she is waiting for more. When I say nothing else she sighs and walks away. I trace my finger through the thin layer of grease on the table. The same grease has probably been pushed around by a filthy rag every day for years.

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