Dean was standing in the kitchen at Herd. He stared at the pan in the pancakes, which he wanted to make for breakfast. He had heard the cry of terror. He knew that they would be there right away, with him, that they would ask for an explanation. He did not have the slightest idea what to say. He stared at the pan. The grease splashed to the sides. He heard the doorways sound as if noiseless. Continue reading “Her Misery… His Tragedy” »
“Table seven’s pissed!”
Clatter of dishes, and a hiss of steam from a soup pot on the stove in the back of the kitchen.
“You were flirting with their daughter! They want to talk to the manager!” Continue reading “Table Seven” »
He kissed her.
The girl in his dreams.
Who is she?Dean thought. Why am I kissing her?I’ve never seen her before. Continue reading “Love like the first time” »