Two eggs sunnyside up, greasy fries and plenty of ketchup. I’d cut out the red meat, doctor’s orders.
Thirty years I’ve been coming to Ed’s Diner for lunch.
The decor has stayed the same. Green leather seats, dirty orange ceiling, chipped fake marble counter.
Ed has aged along with the building, looking out through the hatch while he grills and fries the food.
Meryl was fresh-faced when I first ordered from her. Now she was looking forward to retirement.
Ed’s closes next week for refurbishment. New owners coming in. Ed and Meryl won’t be back when it reopens. Neither will I.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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