The diner was empty for a Wednesday night. Usually, we had at least one or two tables until close, but there was no one. I grabbed a rag and began to clean some tables before the owner could come out and yell at me for doing nothing. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, turned to the next table, and promptly jumped at the sight of a little girl sitting on the next table over.
She had little blonde ringlets, tied back in a big, blue fabric bow. Her pink dress was tattered and muddy at the hem, and her feet, which were swinging back and forth like little kids tend to do, had red rubber rain boots. I blinked at her. She stared back at me. “Um, hi?” I said. Leave a Reply. |
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