The Diner - Fiction


 

They sat together at the counter in the diner. Him - slightly hungover yet in a good mood. Her - fully sober and pissed off. He reached for his crumpled pack of cigarettes, only to recoil when she slapped his hand. She sipped her coffee and wondered how long it would take to toast a damn bagel. He gently placed his hand on her knee and this time, she didn’t slap it. A single night turned into a vast crevice that could never be repaired. He wanted forgiveness. She wanted his nuts in her hand. They knew they had to leave the diner sooner or later, yet neither one wanted to make the initial move. That move would mean that it was truly over. She glanced at him over the rim of her coffee cup. He tightened his grip on her knee. She wanted him to ask for forgiveness. He wanted to brush his teeth. He finished off his Tea and sighed as he released her knee. They both froze - was this it? He looked at her. She looked at him.

Hey - he said.

Hey back - she replied.


Five minutes later, the diner was empty. 

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