The first thing I notice is that I am hungry. Very. Several breakfast places are closed as I walk by but finally I discover one that is open.
Entering to eggs frying and the snap of newspapers being opened to the business page, sports page any page but the front page - the bad news never changes after all. The waitress swoops down: "Counter or booth, hon?" "I'll take the counter," and I find a stool near the cashier where I can watch the fry cook work his magic.
"Coffee?"
"Black."
She sets white mug of hot black by my finger tips and flips a menu down. The milk in my coffee rises to the surface like a thunder cloud. The spoon makes it disappear.
"You new here?" she askes while waiting for my order.
"I'm new everywhere," I answer.
1 comment:
I LOVE it. Very thought-provoking...new everywhere...
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