Title: Home Cooking
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of April 25, 2017
Word count: 175 words
The sign on the highway promised home cooking. It was the first sign in miles so we pulled off the road. It was an odd old building, two gas pumps stood out front. Inside was part grocery store, part hardware store and restaurant. Tables stood scattered among the aisles of Brillo pads, sandpaper and cans of Pork-N-Beans. Each table numbered from one to twenty and every table occupied with diners.
“Have a seat over there,” said the woman behind the cash register.
A few moments later, she squeezed past the table depositing two miss-matched paper cups and a two-liter bottle of soda on the green and white polka doted table.
“Menu boards up there. I’ll be back to take your order.”
Mel excused herself and headed towards the big sign marked “Restrooms”. I took out my phone and shot a picture to document this odd little world. I knew no one would believe me without it. We ordered off the menu board, expectations set reasonably low.
The first bite explained why the tables were full.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer