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Frankie was a diner bum. He sat in one corner,

  • Frankie was a diner bum. He sat in one corner, talked to the same waitress and ate the same thing everyday. His social security allowed him this sort dime-store hybernation
  • and jukebox theft. Whenever the waitress left to get his coffee, Frankie would steal another record. But the other patrons were frustrated. "All that's left is 80's Barry Manilow!"
  • The diner was filled with the detritus of pass generations. In the corner, was a table-top Frogger game with cigarette burns. On the wall, a faded Max Headroom ad for New Coke.
  • I sat down on the torn up red diner bench,and ordered the all american cheeseburger. I continued to enjoy the atmosphere,but something felt wrong.
  • I felt like I should leave. I followed my strange panicky urge and got up and left, leaving the food on the table. I got into my car and waited. I watched the diner for an hour,
  • Until the lights had gone out and the place locked up, then I saw him. The slender man inched around the corner of the building, his non existent eyes staring into my soul.
  • I was then struck with a coughing fit, falling to my knees as the tall, faceless man continued to stand just a few feet away from me. A high-pitched screech rang in my ears, and
  • still they exhaled cigarette smoke in my face. "It's just water vapor," one of them said. "Deese." Meanwhile I clutched my throat, coughing up my lungs. The ringing in my ears
  • grew louder and (gasp) I began hallucinating. "What's the problem?" another one asked. He had jelly beans dangling from his nose. I was coughing up blood now, while overhead I saw
  • the ginormous monster Easter Bunny descending upon us all. This was no hallucination! It was real! I screamed & kicked, knocking over my basket before the attendants took me away.

1 Comments

  1. jefforama Mar 05 2014 @ 13:43

    We should all probably spend more time talking to senior citizens who sit around in diners.

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