While At AL’S Counter
Oct 14th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Otto, look at that.”
Stan and Otto were at AL’S DINER, side by side at the uneven linoleum counter. Stan pointed with his spoon.
“Is that a fly in my soup?”
Both studied the chipped bowl and the small thing squirming in it.
“Seems more like an ant, Stan.”
“With wings?”
“Sure…Lots of ants have them. Is that the chicken soup?”
“No, clam chowder”
All soups looked alike at AL’S.
“Clam, huh?”
They stopped eating. Otto decided against dipping his fingers in the bowl to see.
“I’m pretty sure it’s an ant, Stan…The flies don’t seem to enjoy Al’s chowder.”
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