Wednesday Night before Thanksgiving

seated at the counter of an all – night diner drinking coffee..cockroach strolled by…said hello…kept walking…

A waitress wearing a tight black tee…pair of pants accentuating peaks and valleys… made her way down to my deal…pot in hand with a smile and a shake…

Ya want anything else sugar, laid down a check… a smiley face on the flipside.

Yes, said I’d take a slice of cherry pie…lonely slivers spun ’round and ’round…called out to be taken.

she fixed up a piece real nice…dolloped with whipped cream… a lite crust with a hint of butter to it…just like ma used to make.

more pie?…,a swing of thick hips and coffee poured…smile and a wink…

no…full…,cleavage hung over a grainy texture…brown burns of cigarettes past… splotch of dried catsup…

So…nothing?..,a pout…little flirting…shook my head, just more coffee and cream..

’bout some of my pie?.. uh…how ’bout it sugar…

a swig of joe… scrape of the plate…couple of bills neatly placed at the alter…was time.

you take care honey…. Happy Thanksgiving…,Aphrodite wished me the same as I walked out into a chill… thinking of an offer I shouldnt’ve refused…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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