In a Waffle House, Noon on a Sunday
We arrived to eat breakfast, though it was nearly time for lunch. I ordered a black coffee and she a chocolate waffle. For a long time, I sat uninspired with a notebook in front of me, too tired to transcribe what I was seeing. Instead, I contemplated the synthetic webs, filled with plastic spiders, decorating the establishment for Halloween.
Behind me, two couples sat facing each other, enjoying a post-church lunch in sweater vests and Easter dresses.
One woman refilled her coffee cup and sat down, frowning toward the waitress.
“Want some sugar, honey?” asked her husband, pursing his lips and leaning forward.
“No thank you,” she said. “Maybe just some Splenda.”
Posted on November 5, 2012, in Blogging, Characters, musings, narrative post, personal, Writing and tagged coffee, Derek Berry, essay, humor, journal, South, story, sugar, Waffle House, word salad. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.