Thursday 26 November 2009

#38 - Shame At Bill's All You Can Eat Diner

The hot sauce
The pepper pot
The red and white checked tablecloth
Patrons' wedding rings sucked off their digits like boiled sweets
The light fittings, bulbs crunching in gullet
The specials board, licking off each stray chalked apostrophe
The waitresses' false eyelashes
The fritzing jukebox
The autographed photo of Ben Kingsley
Three packs of plastic-backed cards and a cribbage board
The reluctant lino
Boris, the proportional dwarf
The cash register
The hygiene certificate
The small pouch of tobacco
The police's armed response unit
The horrified media
The skeletal autumn trees
The setting sun
The cola black darkness

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