This choice: You take the bait and go to the diner for a bite. • Go Back... author: UnderHerToes
If there's any hidden message in the events of the passed hour, it is that this the luckiest day of your entire life thus far, and that these obvious trends are bound to continue, in your mind at least. "Yeah," you decide, quiet, confident, and follow the saccharine scent of Miss Fate. Faces blur and shoulders brush en route, but none of that sensation matters to your forward thinking self a half step ahead. The diner door propped open, a welcome sign invites you in.
You take a resounding first step on tile floor and lose her in the echoes of early meals being ordered, prepared, served, consumed. Men and women of all ages and attire sit at table or booth or counter and drink their coffee's uplifting steam, each body you count drawing the walls closer and closer in. Even the sunlight through the windowglass cannot illuminate your plight, the house lights dim without discovery. Goliath himself pushes you aside in his march to the food table, where he immediately has the attention of one of the resident waitresses.
Nursing your bruised arm, destiny reveals her beauty from behind laminated menu two tables to the right. Her eyes, their cerulean hue a night sea full of stars, meet yours, and she shies away with embarrassed smile. And like coming face to face with your first schoolyard crush, you too hide away with awkward grin. Through the magic of peripheral vision, you see all the tables surrounding her are vacant of souls, like she's on her own private island, an oasis, a mirage all by her lonesome.
It's as if she is waiting for someone to come to her, and you, standing by the door all this while, appear to be waiting as well, and someone is coming to you. From the shipping lane between tables and booths, a waitress, one you know well in fact, is sailing toward you with a big smile on her face. The wind is dying down. The sinking feeling drowns your thoughts. You came this far to meet this woman of fortune, but you have not taken the risk over that final stretch of open water to the new, wondrous world. A voice speaks.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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