High (Heel) Maintenance [Part Three]
That was the most I heard him talk all day. “Oh, so you have a problem with me looking good? I can’t help it. I work hard to look the way I do. If guys look…
High (Heel) Maintenance [Part Two]
I looked at Scott and he looked at me. I reached for his hands across the table and he embraced them. Unwillingly, however. “What’s the matter?” I said…
High (Heel) Maintenance [Part One]
I placed my purse on the tacky, red upholstery my local diner filled its dining room with. I was too overdressed to be here, but I’m a 24 year old girl, how…
Elenore's Friend
Elenore simply looked away leaving the waitress defeated. Other guests of this small town diner could be seen ducking behind their menus; no doubt gossiping…
Elenore
Elenore sat in the diner booth letting her cup of coffee go cold. The colour in her cheeks have all been flushed out. All she did was just stare out at the…
Brotherly Request
I considered my brother from across the diner table, nigh on forty years and still as cherubic as ever. My coffee, black and utilitarian, looked like tar…
Outskirts Diner - Part 3
“Put the knife away Damien!” Jennifer screamed as she gripped me tight in front of her. “Shut up Bitch! Can’t you tell I love you!” Damien screamed. I finally…
Outskirts Diner - Part 2
I knew after thinking about it that as soon as he walked in on a cold stormy night, that this wasn’t going to end well. It’s like what you see in story books…
Outskirts Diner - Part 1
Owning a diner on the outskirts of town, you learn a lot. Always have extra toilet paper for the washrooms, keep a clean counter, and always have time to…
On a Winters Night Part 2
Julia waited at home for her mother to come home, inside the dark dreary home. The boards creaked, the pipes rattled. Julia had no desire to sit in her room…
Whiteout, 02
Her Mom is on her cell to work so Kim’s sketching when the sleezebag walks in. A cop too, but cops aren’t all that - if you’ve got the uniform down you’re just…
Whiteout
“...a doozy...enty-four to thirty-s...to four fe...inds of fifty-f...” The dying batteries in the radio released just enough information to let everyone in the…
Blue Plate Special
When Matt stumbled into the diner, he had not eaten in sixteen days. The patrons watched, horrified, as he staggered through the front door and fell to his…
Gotta Eat
“If we don’t get something to eat I will die from starvation,” I say dramatically, “We have to find a place to eat.” Maddy and I are walking down the isles at…
Number 12
In a diner, not far from Chicago, I sit. I’ve just finished the most amazing pancakes I have ever eaten, period. They were so light and fluffy, and the syrup…
Clues in the Diner
Numbers were safe. I counted my steps, my heart beat, things I passed, groups of people at the park. I walked to my favorite diner. I liked it because they…