Black coffee, fried eggs. Shouting cooks, screaming waitresses.
People happily hung over discussing an evening's exploits. A lonely dog sits tied to a parking meter outside.
The girl at the table next to me looks like an ex-girlfriend. She may actually be an ex-girlfriend. I look over; she glowers. Inconclusive. The coffee is drunk. The cheque is paid. I leave.
MAK
Written: V 2000, Calgary, AB.
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