Kevin
January 15th, 2014, 03:22 AM
Well...I missed the lm deadline by 2 hrs and 15 mins (big dummy) so here it is....
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“Sooo…what’ll it be today?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you read me ‘the Specials’.
“Frank, you’ve been coming here for fifteen-years. You know damn well what every special is that we ever had.”
“Dory, I just love to hear your voice. In fact, I’d love hear your voice singing, you know,
love-hymns, every day.”
“That’s great, Frank. I hear you…everyday. Now how about you order your two eggs, sunny-side up, with a side-a-hash browns, white toast?”
“Oh… I could go for a little brown…maybe even some pumpernickel.”
“Let me go get your coffee…black.”
“ I like a gal with spunk.”
“Frank, you couldn’t handle my spunk.”
“…but I’d love to try.”
* * *
“Frank still at it?”
“You know, it’s amazing. My ex, he used to pester me…always poke-poke. I don’t miss that.”
“They say he has money.”
“That is silly waitress-talk and you are too old, and not cold enough to follow through on something like that.”
“You’re too old…and I bet he is, too. Ask him if takes those pills.”
“Ask him yourself, if you’re so interested. Hmm? That’s what I thought. You could never do that, and neither could I.”
“A steady gig as a…”
“’For money?’ I know you…besides, we’re both too old.”
“You know he loves you. He don’t ask for me.”
“‘Love’? If that’s what you want to call it.”
“That’s what my achin’ leg-worms would like to call it. Doctor said: ‘Stay off your feet.’ Great advice. I told him if he kept me on the side I’d stay off my feet all day. I told him I’d keep my legs elevated for as long as he wanted.”
“You did not. Oh, he is a handsome one. Now him I might consider…”
“You see? What’s wrong with Frank?”
“Please, look at him, and just forget it…and grab me that toast.”
“Honey, you are right: You not getting any younger.”
* * *
The dirt wind blows…used to be dark layers, residues of a thousand-million tire-wears, car exhausts, never settled; tumbled. Vehicles racing by, going somewhere else, trying to get there quick. The wind blows soil, sand…
It was a good location, a ‘thoroughfare’. They stopped at the filling station, got their gas. Some of them, enough, came to the dinner, ate their breakfasts, lunches and dinners, before continuing on. Was a major highway, but somewhere up the ladder, a commission; a department…changed all that. The ‘re-route’ happened. Progress.
Off the path then, out of the way…hidden.
The dry wind blows and occasionally a residue, either lost or an escapee, blows in.
* * *
“Dory, did I ever tell you…”
“What’s that, Frank?”
“Nothing.”
“So? Why are you looking at me like that? ”
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Dory…I’ll be gone awhile, out of your hair.”
“Family?”
“No… an appointment…somewhere. Thank you, Dory. Thank you.”
“For what, Frank? You feeling okay? I haven’t brought your food yet.”
* * *
“This doesn’t happen.”
“It did happen. It happened big. And that’s a big check.”
“There are other accounts, too, investments… all of it to me. It’s crazy; he was crazy.”
“Geesus, I told you . No family, huh? Girl, that’s enough to retire, ten times, and you didn’t even have to marry him.”
“Why’d he do it? “
“ I told you: He loved you. Shit! I guess he really did. What are you cryin for? He shoulda loved me.”
“ He was nicer to me than my ex. Didn’t even know his last name…”
“ I’d say he was. Damn, girl. He was a whole lot nicer. Never had to leave town and hide out.”
“I should have married him.”
“Brought him his breakfast every morning. Looks to me like he was happy enough with the way things was. You were a whole lot nicer than I might a been. Damn. I shoulda been more nice. ”
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“Sooo…what’ll it be today?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Why don’t you read me ‘the Specials’.
“Frank, you’ve been coming here for fifteen-years. You know damn well what every special is that we ever had.”
“Dory, I just love to hear your voice. In fact, I’d love hear your voice singing, you know,
love-hymns, every day.”
“That’s great, Frank. I hear you…everyday. Now how about you order your two eggs, sunny-side up, with a side-a-hash browns, white toast?”
“Oh… I could go for a little brown…maybe even some pumpernickel.”
“Let me go get your coffee…black.”
“ I like a gal with spunk.”
“Frank, you couldn’t handle my spunk.”
“…but I’d love to try.”
* * *
“Frank still at it?”
“You know, it’s amazing. My ex, he used to pester me…always poke-poke. I don’t miss that.”
“They say he has money.”
“That is silly waitress-talk and you are too old, and not cold enough to follow through on something like that.”
“You’re too old…and I bet he is, too. Ask him if takes those pills.”
“Ask him yourself, if you’re so interested. Hmm? That’s what I thought. You could never do that, and neither could I.”
“A steady gig as a…”
“’For money?’ I know you…besides, we’re both too old.”
“You know he loves you. He don’t ask for me.”
“‘Love’? If that’s what you want to call it.”
“That’s what my achin’ leg-worms would like to call it. Doctor said: ‘Stay off your feet.’ Great advice. I told him if he kept me on the side I’d stay off my feet all day. I told him I’d keep my legs elevated for as long as he wanted.”
“You did not. Oh, he is a handsome one. Now him I might consider…”
“You see? What’s wrong with Frank?”
“Please, look at him, and just forget it…and grab me that toast.”
“Honey, you are right: You not getting any younger.”
* * *
The dirt wind blows…used to be dark layers, residues of a thousand-million tire-wears, car exhausts, never settled; tumbled. Vehicles racing by, going somewhere else, trying to get there quick. The wind blows soil, sand…
It was a good location, a ‘thoroughfare’. They stopped at the filling station, got their gas. Some of them, enough, came to the dinner, ate their breakfasts, lunches and dinners, before continuing on. Was a major highway, but somewhere up the ladder, a commission; a department…changed all that. The ‘re-route’ happened. Progress.
Off the path then, out of the way…hidden.
The dry wind blows and occasionally a residue, either lost or an escapee, blows in.
* * *
“Dory, did I ever tell you…”
“What’s that, Frank?”
“Nothing.”
“So? Why are you looking at me like that? ”
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Dory…I’ll be gone awhile, out of your hair.”
“Family?”
“No… an appointment…somewhere. Thank you, Dory. Thank you.”
“For what, Frank? You feeling okay? I haven’t brought your food yet.”
* * *
“This doesn’t happen.”
“It did happen. It happened big. And that’s a big check.”
“There are other accounts, too, investments… all of it to me. It’s crazy; he was crazy.”
“Geesus, I told you . No family, huh? Girl, that’s enough to retire, ten times, and you didn’t even have to marry him.”
“Why’d he do it? “
“ I told you: He loved you. Shit! I guess he really did. What are you cryin for? He shoulda loved me.”
“ He was nicer to me than my ex. Didn’t even know his last name…”
“ I’d say he was. Damn, girl. He was a whole lot nicer. Never had to leave town and hide out.”
“I should have married him.”
“Brought him his breakfast every morning. Looks to me like he was happy enough with the way things was. You were a whole lot nicer than I might a been. Damn. I shoulda been more nice. ”