Last night ended very late and today started very early. Lily and Martin both went home a little early tonight, a goodwill gesture that would be pointed out throughout the rest of the evening once Todd arrived home. This always caused an argument between him and Todd, but not so bad that it wasn't worth Martin arguing over, especially tonight. Todd always thought about going home all the time when he was stuck in this predicament. But he could never bring himself to do it. He wanted to leave a while ago, even told himself if no one came within twenty minutes, he was going to leave early. That was forty five minutes ago. So Todd stayed open right until the sign said he would. He just wished a last minute customer would come in for a dessert order or bored and looking for chit chat. Usually he was left alone to wait out the clock and then he would go home and be asked “how the evening went” and he would say “no one came in” and then he would hear the code for “I told you so” in the form of “You should have left early”. God he hated that. He wiped off the counter that was already showroom ready and threw the tablecloth through the order window. He quickly glanced at the cash till then decided the thirteen dollars and change he made after Martin went home four hours ago was not enough to warrant a detour to the bank. He looked at the clock again. “Are you kidding?” he asked wondering if the clock had actually slowed down to keep him a prisoner. He turned off the open sign in defiance of the remaining thirty four seconds before actual closing time. Then, turned it back on imagining Mr. Clarke coming up to the door and demanding a coffee, or Florida wrapping at the glass demanding to see what sweets he had left because Florida's sister ... ... middle of paper ... ...for some white noise off in the distance. Another bang exploded and again he jumped. Standing still for a minute he actually contemplated stepping into the alley then chuckled. “Okay, I yell at stupid people like this in the movies.” As he began to turn around Todd heard a long and dragged out "Meow". He stood silent with a smile on his face. “Holy shit, as fucking if,” he said dramatically putting his hand over his heart and taking a deep breath. Todd couldn't believe he let his imagination get away from him, nine o'clock on a Wednesday night. Calming down Todd heard footsteps coming toward him. For some reason he believed it was Martin come to meet him. He turned around to tell him the funny story of the cat in the alley who almost gave him a heart attack. Except when he turned around it was not Martin. “Lights out Faggot,” the voice said just before it went dark.
Gene jumped into the river even though he’s scared because of Finny’s persistence. After the two boys jumped, the other three refuses to do the jumping, so they headed back for dinner. Into their way back, the 2 best friends wrestle with one another and missed dinner. Consequently, they went straight to their rooms. Mr. Prud’homme, a substitute teacher for the summer session, went to Gene and Finny to discipline them the next morning for missing dinner, but he was soon won over by Finny’s ebullient talkativeness and leaves without giving punishment.
Gliding over to the kitchen, Minnie continued with her everyday tasks. She began by clearing the table, a task that should have been completed the night before but was left untouched. She put things away one by one and in a quiet manner. She lightly opened and shut the cupboards, placing pots and pans where they belonged, one by one, straight from the table to under the sink. It was cold in that kitchen. Minnie looked out the window to her neighbor’s house. Perhaps today she would go visit; perhaps today she would not.
Upon entering, he noticed that the line was too busy for him to wait. He then ran out from the store and told his friend to take him somewhere else. (“Understanding Graham v. Connor”).
Immediately the customer came to a stop and turned around. There, waiting, the cashier stood and asked
that that was his job. He would just wait outside for everyone to finish with their business. Their business being, listening to their recorded lies. At this point the Person starts questioning the Attendant about getting food to eat or drink but there is no kitchen for that to happen. The Person then keeps asking questions about the Attendant dreaming. The Attendant then...
The sun had just set and all the street lights had begun to turn on to help see through the dark alleys. Just before we began to close the store something surprisin...
Los Angeles, to some Los Angeles is just the city on wheels; others think that Angelenos are upper middle class snobs who are rude and only purchase expensive items. That may be the case for some, yet for others, Los Angeles is so much more then the rich and famous; Los Angeles is a land that holds many rich and diverse cultures; and with those cultures, comes rich, creative and ingenious cuisine. The true creativity begins with the love that is put into making the food. one can easily tell if a restaurant has that simple, yet, crucial component to the pice of the puzzle; the puzzle that makes “Local” not major chain restaurants thrive. The journey of of some of Los Angeles’ local restaurants begins in Culver City California, a suburban community on the tail end of South-West Los Angeles. Culver City, is the land of many unique and exciting restaurants, however, if one is looking for delicious inexpensive Mexican food, Titos has one covered. Titos Tacos, is one of my favorite taco stands. Conveniently located on the corner of Washington Place and Venice Blvd, Titos delivers great shredded beef tacos, yummy cheese enchiladas and so much more. Titos is one of my family traditions every time somebody comes back in town, they stop at Titos due to its proximity to LAX. Not only providing nourishing “Soul Food” this taco stand is the definition of inexpensive and excellent Mexican food.
Yosseff Gutfreund heard scratches at the door of the first apartment and went to see what the noise was. As he ap...
The pizzeria was an old decaying building part of a barren strip mall. Bricks on the outside were crumbling and the massive sign that read “Bradley’s Pizzeria” was blackened with dust and smeared with splashes of dried bird droppings. It’s electric “Open” sign’s last three letter wildly flickered with surges of blue and red while the “O” remained dim. It looked as though the place hadn’t been cleaned or maintained in years. Not only was this sad excuse for a building Bradley’s business, it was also his home.
The clock read 7:50 PM, he was going to be late if he doesn’t get going soon. Ralph promised to meet him at exactly 8:00 PM and he doesn’t want to be late. Ralph quickly grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
Ralph placed his grocery items on the counter carefully, making sure the eggs were put down gently, so that they didn’t crack. He was supposed to be hurrying, as his parents had invited him over for dinner, and his father had always lectured him on the importance of punctuality. He just wasn’t in the mood to spend Saturday evening with his parents, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure they wanted to either.
“Don’t worry,” Mike assured, “It's not much longer.” By now they had reached the core of the town. Full of tiny shops, restaurants and houses. “It's just around the block.”
“George, are you gonna’ be okay?” Slim asked quietly. George said nothing as he continued to walk ahead of Slim. The air seemed thin, and as the sun began to set, it had seemed everything had just stopped for a moment. George then took one final look back at pond, and his beloved friend, before he had returned. When he had returned, there was nothing but silence from Candy, and Slim. The next two weeks went on as they always did, until George had received his fifty bucks. Before leaving, George stopped by Candy.
between them, the store owner did not fully understand what needed to be done to fix the door,
The wind was loud, louder than usual. Ryder listened as the rain pattered against the roof. Ryder tried and tried to go to sleep, but something inside of him kept him awake. Maybe it was the rain. He felt the urge to go downstairs and wake his baby brother but ultimately decided not to. He looked out his window trying to occupy himself. He focused on the giant oak tree in his backyard, the creaking of the tire swing, and the creaking of the katydids.