They’ve had just enough to drink for it to be good idea. Why not? It’ll be fun. We’re all adults. The fruit bowl produced from the kitchen is full of car keys. Eyes closed he reaches in and with a sigh of relief (or is it disappointment?) retrieves his own.
The waitress comes over and offers me a refill. I’m not sure if I can take another cup of the tasteless, brown sludge they call coffee in here but you haven’t arrived yet so I offer up my cup. This was the obvious meeting point I tell myself as we’ve both been here before. We’ll go somewhere better to eat but for now this place will do. Continue reading At the Diner
My eyes take a while to adjust to the dark as I take a the few steps out the back door and down the garden. I can see a streetlight poking its head up over the back wall. It’s about two hundred yards away, but its bright light still restricts my pupils from dilating enough to see much. Continue reading Alone in the Dark.