The CustomerA Chapter by Joshua Carl Cruz"Would you like some more water, sweetheart?" The waitress moved in closer drawing nearer to his glass, resting her flat stomach against Jerry's neatly folded hands. "N..N...n..no thank you ma'am", Jerry stuttered, clearly absorbed with the position of her body and the provocative curve of her lower back as she carefully serviced his water glass. Her hand never trembled when she refilled his glass to brim and Jerry liked that. He thought, a steady hand exhibited a certain confidence which was a quality Jerry could appreciate in a gal. The waitress ran as though she had come equipped with wheels instead of feet, as she zoomed from table to table, cleaning up empty plates and refilling sugar caddies, travelling at light speeds to and from the kitchen while simultaneously holding scalding plates of whatever the customer had ordered recently. Jerry had his eye on her lithe form as she moved back and forth, this way and that, almost balletically. Jerry wished he could dance with her then, holding her, the both of them spinning in unison as they glided like Mimi Rogers and Fred Astaire through the diner's double doors, out into the cold night air, to wherever that empty road might take them. Mentally packing for the trip ahead Jerry mused after the road outside. It stretched infinitely in both directions. Possibly taking them from here, to just about anywhere. He thought, as long as that anywhere was straight ahead, past the diner, it's half dead occupants, down the road a ways until it curved out of sight, beyond dark hovels and through the decrepit cities strung out like lusterless pearls, gone without a word of goodbye, a few thousand miles over the horizon. © 2017 Joshua Carl CruzFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on August 8, 2015 Last Updated on August 3, 2017 AuthorJoshua Carl CruzMexico City, D.F., MexicoAboutI've been working at figuring out what writing means to me. So far, it means just that, writing. A lot of it. more..Writing
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