Not very many words today. Favorite lines: “Yeah. Harold passed on a few years ago. Mae still makes coffee every morning, but her daughters run the place.” He’d almost asked her if she’d like to go there for a burger when they got home but he clamped his mouth shut. There were too many memories. The old arcade games, the pool tables, the corner booth where they had always sat. The table that still had their initials etched into the wood.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 04:03:45 +0000