Small Booth
-They were sitting, the two of them, at one of those small booths. The kind with the fake wood paneling and worn cushions, loose from the long years of people sitting and shifting. The kind you find in small mom and pop restaurants that try to pass themselves off as the kind of place you should visit in your Sunday’s best. It was a warm day in the unbelievably arid summer. They had been sitting for quite a while. Between them; several jokes, tidbits of what may pass as conversation and witticisms-the kinds of which they were both fairly prone […]