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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Corner Cafe Part 1...

He sat there staring at me. The Corner Cafe written across the store front wind. He just stared, he sipped his drink. He checked his phone cell phone periodically. As time passed I found myself staring back at him. He smiled back at me. I wondered what his voice sounded like. He was lost in his thoughts as was I. The fire place was lit and the night was cold. The stringy waitress approached and asked if I wanted another soy latte, I declined, and asked for another glass of water. I took another bite of my BLT he was still there looking at me. His eyes were dark and his lips were full. He had thick brows and broad shoulders. A good looking man maybe French, Italian, maybe even Spanish
Our eyes played a wicked game of tag. He glared out of the window behind me. A look of concern
consumed his face. I was terrified to turn around and look. I sat there in my booth shaking. The world
we lived in was not exactly normal, the world as we knew it was over. I looked at the waitress right as she
dropped the coffee pot from her hands. The shatter jarred me. I had just enough time to reach into my bag
and pull out my gun...

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