YOLOswagBRO69 t1_j4gsplg wrote
Henry's Diner downtown. Walk there at 6 am because you couldn't fall asleep, recent snowfall muffles the activity of a parcel delivery guy and a nearby plow. You shuffle in & hang your hat and jacket on the coatrack, you're the first person to comb through the local paper as you are greeted by some usual suspects. You have some fresh coffee and eavesdrop on the workers as they bundle up silverware and refill pepper shakers, they don't care if you hear about what they have to say about their guy friend. You pick from the homely list of Americana diner food and an old-timer a few chairs down at the counter makes a comment about your boots, which sends him into a tangent about how he used to mix his own cement as a teenager. You're not in a hurry so you indulge him. The sound of metal spatulas slapping against the flat top comes from the cooking area, along with the aroma of fresh sausage gravy and maple syrup. You peek at the cook through the serving window and they have a really cool tattoo that they probably regret.
qbxk t1_j4hys9t wrote
from "Queen City Noir," a collection of vignettes, by YOLOswagBRO69
inflatablemoses t1_j4hz197 wrote
Did not expect such a detailed, elaborate and well written comment from "yoloswagbro69"
JabbaTheHedgeHog t1_j4h7r5d wrote
This was gorgeous. Thanks for transporting me there for a bit.
joeconn4 t1_j4ig4t4 wrote
Poetry
greenmountaingyal t1_j4l1jha wrote
The best part of this? I mean other than the really quite lovely writing? You could’ve written this 25 years ago because you just sent me back to college in the 90s. So many visits to Henry’s in last night’s clothing. And it really was a reverent atmosphere that early.
Thanks for that.
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