Red and pink candy hearts mottled the tabletop like a nasty rash, spilled from an overturned jar. The police photographer snapped a photo of the candy rash with disassociated amusement.
"Should've gotten her flowers, dude," he wasn't able to stop the thought.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Deliciousness
Through the open window I watch,
as a starless sky drapes dusk
behind silhouetted treetops.
Epiphany at the Five Star Diner
She was hungry. That's what it came down to. Primal instincts and a growling belly. Her routine had been disturbed and now she needed dinner, which is why she was at the Five Star Diner at 6:45 pm on a Tuesday evening. This is what she told herself.
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