I love to start with a writing prompt and let my imagination run wild.
Today’s writing prompt from Wake Up Your Muse: “Don’t order the Blue Plate Special,” whispered the waitress.
Today’s writing prompt from Wake Up Your Muse: “Don’t order the Blue Plate Special,” whispered the waitress.
2:00 AM, somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma. I pulled into Henry's 24-hour Eatin' Hole, praying hard that Henry served high-octane
coffee. Two days on the road had left me
red-eyed and worn out. Still, I wasn’t ready to stop for the night. I wanted to
put as many miles between me and that conniving snake, Luke Amari as I could.
How is it possible that two entirely different
men could occupy one body? One was my sweet and considerate fiancee and the other…I shuddered to think of it…a member of the infamous New Jersey crime
family. I can’t believe that Luke and I had sat together every week watching
The Sopranos-me unaware that the series was based on his real life
mafia relatives.
The diner was nearly deserted except for one guy, sitting on a
stool at the counter, shoveling what looked like a pile of slop, smothered in
gravy into his mouth.
I grabbed a seat several stools from him and ordered a cup
of black coffee from the gum-chewing waitress wearing a stained, uniform. Her name tag read Mitzi. “Anything
else, sweetie?” she asked, “We have a couple pieces of Boston cream pie left.
It’ll go great with your coff…”
A strange gurgling sound interrupted her sales pitch. I
looked over in time to see the guy to my left face down in his plate of slop.
“Henry, call 911,” the waitress yelled through window behind
her that served as a pass through for orders.
“Now, what?” called a husky voice from the kitchen.
“Well, I don’t know, Henry. I’m not a doctor, but from the
looks of this guy passed out in his plate, I'd say it's an emergency, so
for pity’s sake, would you please dial 911 and tell them to get out here?”
She turned to me again, order pad poised in her hand and
said, “Now, what would you like to go with your coffee, dearie?” Then she leaned over and whispered, “Don’t
order the Blue Plate Special.”
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