I remember moments, not days
He knows my name. I don't know his.
I pick up my pen and pad, and jot down his orders.
He smiles, but it's worn and tired. Bags under his eyes.
A bag beside him. Plastic. White. Yet I can't see its contents.
I wave down the chef at the counter and give him the order. He grunts. He never smiles.
Grease and fat swirls on the plate as I place it in front of him.
This time he doesn't look up.
I feel profoundly disappointed.
bornonhalloween's Once Upon a Desire is so good, I've reviewed every chapter 'till her latest update. She replied, saying I could be "a fantastic drabble-writer". I thought I'd try it out. So here you go...let's see if I prove her wrong or right.