Corner Booths: A Short Story

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The two teenagers in the corner booth were obviously skipping school. John smiled into his cup. He didn’t blame them; they were just a couple of kids enjoying life. He looked at the boy and thought how wonderful it would be to trade places with him – to return thirty years to a time of innocence. If he could do it over, maybe, Carl Thompson wouldn’t throw that damn football to him again. No throw, no blame, no being denied the glory and the girl that rightfully belonged to him. But, glory aside, to experience the carefree freedom of once again sitting in that corner booth with his eyes glued to those of a doe-eyed farm girl would be the ultimate heaven.
He slowly sipped the over strong coffee, a trademark of Mary’s Café and watched over …show more content…

A couple of minutes later she returned with a fresh pot of coffee and a plate of hot buttermilk biscuits. She set the coffee pot on the stainless steel warmer behind the counter and the plate of biscuits in front of John. This was the part of her job she loved the most – helping people in need. A lot of folks in town said she should have gone to school to be shrink, but she disagreed. It was much easier to get to know people and their needs with a fresh pot of coffee and a plate of buttermilk biscuits than with a head full of theory. "I don’t know why things happen as they do," she said. “I’m not sure anyone does. We just learn to live with whatever.” "Well it’s not fair,” John said. “I always thought she was happy." Mary laid a reassuring hand on his arm. "Honey, she probably was, but things change." John’s brow wrinkled and his eyebrows pulled slightly together. She sounded a little too patronizing for his liking. "How can things change so quickly?" he asked. Mary picked up the yellowed dish clothe, turned back to the coffee warmer stand and began wiping at coffee stains around the burner. “Restlessness,” she offered over her shoulder. “The age old drive to see what’s over the next hill. Sometimes the urge to ramble is just too strong." "I lost my Belle the same way," a deep voice …show more content…

Looking to his right, John saw a large man with a pink tie furled on his table top belly holding Goldie’s hand written bill for the Queen Burger and fries. “Sorry,” Eugene said, laying the ticket and three dollars on the counter. He had left a dollar tip on the table. He always left the tip on the table to make sure the waitress got it. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Miss Mary; it was just the way his daddy taught him to do things. “I didn’t mean to surprise either of you,” he apologized, “but I couldn’t help but overhear you talking. It reminded me so much of my own loss that I couldn’t resist putting in my two-bits.” Mary nodded, "I think we have all experienced such a loss at some point in our lives. I know I grieved for days after my Bobby was run over out on Millstone Road. I guess the hardest part was knowing he lay on the side of the road for so long before someone had the decency to call me." “At least you know,” Eugene said, tears swelling in his eyes. “Belle left me three years ago, and to this day I don’t know if she’s dead or

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