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|Restaurant Open (standard:romance, 195 words)|
|Author: J. Nicklaus||Added: Jun 03 2007||Views/Reads: 1924/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Alone at a two-person table on State Street.|
A small table, flanked by two single-person seats. Dividers of glass and brass stretch towards the front of the restaurant, three simple rectangles that seem to get smaller as they extend towards the vanishing point. Outside, evening descends upon State Street; my table faces perpendicular to the street itself allowing an almost surrealistic view of the entrance. The neon-red OPEN sign gently glows, its letters in reverse, painting a Hopperesque image of downtown being lulled to another nights pensive sleep, traffic and passersby providing the strained lullaby. Across the table, a basket of bread and crackers, and trying to hide from view, my crumpled overcoat, occupying the seat where you should be. I shouldn't be able to look to the street. My eyes shouldn't catch the neon sign in the divider glass as it mirrors the letters so they're right-reading: RESTAURANT OPEN. I shouldn't be able to hear the music blurred into the hum of conversation. I should be able to look across the table and into your eyes. I should hear the sweetness of your voice, soft like cotton, smooth and luxurious as silk. Perhaps I shouldn't miss you this much... But I do. Tweet
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