My eyes don’t smile anymore
Bob that guy at table five
He’s kinda giving me the shivers
Did he say something to you.the grease from the heat of his grill causing droplets of sweat to form on his nose his old hand grasping tighter on his
engraved knife
She grabbed his arm
The fury of the man she loved
No he is very polite
but it’s just something
probably just a chill
lowering her husbands hand
She watched him for a sec
Her gaze pulled by the attention of a young couple
eager to pay and leave
He giggled as she kissed
his cheek and pulled him
from the booth
She smiled as she got to
the table
not an empty plate
she skilfully loaded herself
Each item on the tray
positioned in perfect arrays
As she returned to the table
a newly heated cloth in hand
Excuse me
She turned instantly
Yes, her customer smile kicked in
How can I help you
Could I possibly get a draught coke with ice please
No probl problem she stumbled her words
She realised what was bothering
He smiled but not his eyes…
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2024
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