Posts Tagged ‘Restaurant’
Jan
Platero And I: The Tour
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Do not judge me with your eyes, Platero. I had the best intentions helping the lost walkers on their way.
I know there is a shorter route, but that couple seemed sympathetic and I had the impression that their restaurant was still filled up.
Thanks to the detour I made them take, they get a nice view over the valley, past the cherry trees – currently in full bloom – and can see the foal grazing in the meadow since yesterday.
Admit it, Platero. They will enjoy it more than just turning right at the end of the road to get there.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Sep
Family Matters
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Hola! Anyone inside?”
There were no smells of frying chicken or beans being reheated.
“It’s your Tito,” the elderly man continued.
Someone arrived to sit at one of the picnic tables nearby.
“Ran into your madre. Said you bought a food truck. Set up in my end of town. Sorry your restaurant closed down. Covid’s a beast.”
He shuffled around the vehicle, returning to the truck’s open window.
“Still angry? Not my fault your parents split up.”
The truck’s door opened and a lean young man stepped out.
“Na, not angry, gramps. Now what would you like for lunch today?”
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction regardless of the season, although she prefers spring.
Sep
Lure Of The Surf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chatter heightened in a resort restaurant.
“She’s a striking beauty,” someone blurted. “Out surfing every day,”
another added. “Can’t miss.”
Ken placed lunch servings before the patrons, imagining running into
someone like that.
When work ended, he headed for the beach. Between relationships,
feeling low, he sought peace by the sea. Surfers dotted distant
sparkling waters. Their faces couldn’t be distinguished.
Next day, Ken served the same group of diners who had talked so
passionately about the mystery woman.
“She’s walking ashore holding a surfboard,” someone shouted.
Everyone, including Ken, turned to look out the window.
It was his sister.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Aug
The Confrontation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Two street-wise punks entered the fast food restaurant looking for trouble. With food loaded on trays, they turned to the seating area. One of the two nudged the other and nodded toward a table for six with an elderly lady alone. SLAM! She jumped when they slammed their trays onto the table. A sneer toward the young men said it all.
“Bobby, do you know who your father is?”
“Nope. You?”
“Me neither.”
Smiling, they were sure they had her goat.
Finally, the elderly lady spoke to the two young men. “Would one of you bastards please pass the napkins?”
From Guest Contributor NT Franklin
Jul
Credit Card Points
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I saw the beauty, but didn’t realize the character wasn’t worthy.
We were in a restaurant when she smiled and said lets go for a movie after lunch. It seemed like a good plan. I nodded and paid for the heavy Indian meal. We saw the Bollywood movie while stuffing ourselves with caramel corn, nachos, and soda. I was taxed.
Afterwards she wanted to go shopping. She liked many things, but bought only a dozen of them. She also got stuff for her family. I had by now earned 500 credit card points and sageness. She talked about women’s equality.
From Guest Contributor Manmeet S Chadha.
Manmeet is an alumunus from The London School of Economics & Political Science. He works in India as an Economist & Writer.
Jun
Trepidation
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Landslide. Highway closed. Closest motel, five miles back.
The adjoining restaurant was packed. I sat at a table with a couple
and their three high-spirited children. Rain fogged our window.
Someone outdoors fleeted past us.
“Creek flooded road to my cabin,” an elderly gent spoke as we both
exited. “Why are you here?”
I wiped my eyeglasses pretending not to hear. “Can you please walk me
to my room.”
He laughed. “Why, you scared?”
“I saw a prowler earlier.”
He obliged.
Next day’s news revealed that a bear had to be tranquilized on the
grounds, taken back into the woods.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Published
at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words,
Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press),
ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
Apr
Final Act
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Scott stared at the blank screen and pondered how to begin his obituary. Prone to bouts of depression, solitude, and introspection, Scott Beeker lived a quiet life filled with anger, passion, and, most importantly, love. Yes, that sounded nice, he thought. During the final years of his life he traveled the country in search of romance and adventure. He found both one night last May in the basement of a restaurant in downtown Los Angeles. There was so much to tell, wasn’t there? So many stories that were more interesting than he’d first thought. If only there was more time.
From Guest Contributor Dan Slaten
Dec
Roswell Café
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Occupants of the flying saucer are being chased by their archenemy. Desperately looking for a safe place to hide.
Radar shows a habitable planet nearby. After scanning the surface they decide to land in a town called Roswell. They wait until late at night, create a thick fog, and then land the spacecraft. They scan the Internet and soon have the information they need. As the fog clears one of the aliens puts a sign on the front hatch that reads “Opening Soon.”
Billy and Betty Simms drive past the saucer. “Looks like another new restaurant,” Betty says to Billy.
From Guest Contributor Denny E. Marshall
Jul
The Stakes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They sat across from each other at their favorite restaurant and it seemed everything was at stake.
She fussed with her rings and he rubbed at his tattoo and they said everything except the truth of their despair. It was easy to pretend their worlds were crumbling into ruins when what they really needed to say was that life had become a burden. It would be easier on their own but each wanted the other to blame and so they spun their lies into spit and tears until they realized nothing was at stake any longer except their favorite restaurant.