The Date
Brad and Ellen seemed, to their friends, to be a perfect match. They set them up on a date to see. To see if their instincts still held true. The setting was perfect, a place of nostalgia. A place where love, if it were to spark, would ignite and raze the place to the ground. A fifties restaurant. The booths: red and white, the juke box: full of old 45s. The tunes lowly sounded out the voices of a generation past and lost.
The food was ordered and drinks accompanied the two. Small talk led to revelation of hometowns, family, and other useless information society thought was polite to speak of. In the midst of dinner, a cell phone rang loud and rang proud. The woman two booths down jumped with earnest. Alone she sat, in the corner, feasting upon the soup and salad. Cell phones were commonplace in society, and the new couple went back to engaging bullshit.
Then obnoxious laughter.
Hoping and thinking it would not last, Brad and Ellen continued until the cell phone chatter erupted once more much to the disgust of patrons. Annoyingly, she appeared not to have any regret.
Ellen glances over at Brad and notices him digging an ice cube out of his cup. With a questioning look upon her face, she was answered with a mischievous grin. Crunching softly and quickly with assassin-like precision, Brad lifts the straw. Making eye contact he winks as if to say watch this. Taking aim, the small melting bullet leaves the plastic barrel with a trail of water in it's path. Droplets run down the cell phone talker's neck after she slaps herself childishly.
'Stop laughing so damn loud.'
Quite literally, this was a page in one of my old notebooks. A complete story. Just one page. Put that in your pipe and smoke it War and Peace
The food was ordered and drinks accompanied the two. Small talk led to revelation of hometowns, family, and other useless information society thought was polite to speak of. In the midst of dinner, a cell phone rang loud and rang proud. The woman two booths down jumped with earnest. Alone she sat, in the corner, feasting upon the soup and salad. Cell phones were commonplace in society, and the new couple went back to engaging bullshit.
Then obnoxious laughter.
Hoping and thinking it would not last, Brad and Ellen continued until the cell phone chatter erupted once more much to the disgust of patrons. Annoyingly, she appeared not to have any regret.
Ellen glances over at Brad and notices him digging an ice cube out of his cup. With a questioning look upon her face, she was answered with a mischievous grin. Crunching softly and quickly with assassin-like precision, Brad lifts the straw. Making eye contact he winks as if to say watch this. Taking aim, the small melting bullet leaves the plastic barrel with a trail of water in it's path. Droplets run down the cell phone talker's neck after she slaps herself childishly.
'Stop laughing so damn loud.'
Quite literally, this was a page in one of my old notebooks. A complete story. Just one page. Put that in your pipe and smoke it War and Peace
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