DinnerA Chapter by R. L. HillShe sits
alone at a booth in a corner. Picking at her gnocchi, she sometimes thinks that
they look like fat, little maggots in cream sauce. Delicious little maggots.
She looks up from her plate to listen in on the thoughts of those sitting
at the bar, or, maybe, the thoughts of the couple sitting in front of her.
They huddle together on the same side of the booth. 'That's odd,' she
thinks. She spears a creamy maggot and listens. One woman counts how many
minutes are left till dinner will be over and she can leave her date who drones on about his business practices and substantial income. He has a
constant hum of sex in his brain. She frowns at the plastered smile on the
woman's face. 'He's not wretched looking. Why do you want to escape?' A couple long sips of alcohol wash down a gnocchi or two. 'I wonder if
maggots taste like potato pasta.' A constant buzzing of sex and
social regret become boring, so she focuses her energy on the waitress. Did the
woman feed her cat? The waitress can't remember and so worries about the last
hour or so of her shift. Her feet hurt. 'You have a s****y job. Are you
tired?' Yes, and not really liking the fact that she has six black
ladies at one of her set tables. A two-layer tiramisu ends up on her table some time between when the racist
waitress' thoughts had been thought and when an interracial gay couple had sat
in the booth across from her. 'They're cute.' But she's a little
disturbed to see grey hair on their heads. The date must be over. Two empty bar stools wait to be kept warm. The tiramisu
was soaked in way too much espresso, so she sticks her spoon vertically into the
uneaten portion. She sighs. She has a racist...and slow...waitress. Which vice
is worse? © 2014 R. L. Hill |
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Dinner
By R. L. HillAuthorR. L. HillSan Antonio, TXAbout"If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it." ~Anais Nin ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.. more..Writing
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