Hi,
This week has been a bit crazy around my place, so I think that
inspired today’s flash fiction scene. Hope you enjoy.
Remember:
Let your imagination soar when reading.
Julia
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What else was I going to be slammed with? My car died. My landlord refused to fix the
heater. My boss was a jerk wad over me being two minutes late. Jerkiness wasn’t
new, but he was worse than normal. Made me want to strangle him. Might have if I
didn’t need the lousy minimum wage job.
“Miss,” the body builder man at the end of the counter held
his empty glass of tea up.
The bell chimed as I picked up the pitcher of tea. I smiled
at the Lauder Twins and said, “Take a seat anywhere. Be right with you.”
Both of them gave me their model white teeth smile and
nodded. They were beyond the hot on the hotness scale and came in each and
every day at the exact same time. One
those rare days when my boss allowed Joan to work the floor instead of doing
the dishes they made sure to sit in my section. I was glad to, they left amazing
tips. Most of the time it was a 100% tip, but they never left less than eighty
percent. Money that I could use.
“How are you guys today?” I asked as I laid two menus down. “Our
special of the evening is roast beef with mushroom gravy, potatoes, and green
beans. Choice of bread.”
“Sounds good to me.” Jack, the twin with a light strawberry
mark under his left eye said.
“Me too.” Randy, the less talkative twin less and smiled at
me. “How’s your day going?”
“Fine.” Lie and half, but my customers didn’t need to know
my troubles.
“Didn’t see your car in the parking lot.”
“Didn’t drive today.”
Both of the guys frowned, but Jack was the one to inquire. “How
come?”
“Wanted to walk.”
“Can’t lie to us.” Randy reached out and touched my arm as I
made to walk away. “Please tell us the truth.”
Why did it matter to them that my life was in the dumpster?
Wasn’t a new aspect. My entire life had been for the shits since my asswipe of
an ex-husband left me holding a shit load of debt, including a mortgage on a
six bedroom house, that I told him we had no use for. The bank took it two
months after he disappeared and it took what little money I’d saved up to get
me a one room apartment.
“Miss,” The guy at the end of the counter lifted is tea
glass again.
“Coming.” I said and tugged my arm free. “I’ll put your
order in and bring you your drinks in a minute.”
“Okay.” Jack shook his head at his brother, who started to
retake hold of my arm. “She’s got work to do. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.”
Unlikely, but I’d let them keep their hopes up.
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