SoozaDay

By soozaday

Last Call

They're playing Hawaiian surfer music to go with the sweet potato fries, and the fast rain makes it hard to see across the street through the big windows. We are having an on-going discussion about what color car to buy--everything seems silver or grey or white and nearly invisible in this weather--when a bright orange van goes past, kicking up a spray. That's it, I think, and he shudders even though I haven't spoken.

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