The Old Diner


With pride I opened the doors to the restored bit of history for the first time in almost 40 years.  A young man with world weary eyes and the demeanor of a soldier walked in and inspected the place.  With a smile he shook my hand, wishing me well with my venture.

A little disappointed that my first customer left without eating, I went behind the breakfast bar and looked up at the original owner, a GI freshly returned from the European theatre back in ’45.  My disappointment turning to tears, I recognized my first customer in that photo.

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I couldn’t resist – this is my second take on the prompt.

Word count = 99

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This weeks prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Roger Bultot.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.


19 thoughts on “The Old Diner

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks Rochelle. Yes, I did mean “weary” instead of “wary”. You know, I think I’ve used the wrong word in half a dozen stories and poems over the last couple of years. I over use the phrase “world weary”, but I’ve usually misspelled it and so unwittingly changed the meaning. Thanks for pointing it out.


    2. trentpmcd Post author

      I’m relieved – I just searched for when I used it and of the five times I wrote meant “weary” (entire blog and three books not on the blog), I missed once. I had a scare there… Thanks again for pointing it out here – one more of those words to add to my list to double check.



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