Gino ordered eggs, over easy, and ham. Order up, but—no hot sauce. “Cholula?” The waitress delivered a bottle. A generous dollop engendered ecstasy. As he slowly savored bites, the diner two stools over received a mouthwatering omelet. Looked good, but where’s the hot sauce? Passing waitresses ignored his hesitant glances. Should Gino give him his bottle? He couldn’t decide. Both continued eating slowly. Finishing first, Gino acted. He quietly edged his Cholula toward the neighbor. As Gino rose—not before—the neighbor reached over for the Cholula. Neither spoke. But exchanged broad smiles as Gino headed for the door. |
Paul Freeman
26/1/2024 01:16:50 pm
A low key slice of life. Love it.
Sue Clayton
27/1/2024 11:39:08 pm
A kind gesture. 31/1/2024 06:23:04 am
I love how no words need be spoken and the exchange of smiles said it all. Comments are closed.
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