©2001 Jet Mykles

Author’s Note: Gwen works swingshift in a diner and has cause to be glad of that one night

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Gwen stifled a yawn as she poured another cup of coffee for the trucker. He didn’t notice, absorbed in his hunting magazine.

She shuffled back to the counter and put the stained pot away then returned to her own magazine. Jack, the owner/cook, didn’t mind that she read during the long nights. Just so long as she didn’t ignore the customers.

Make that “customer”. Single. One. She rarely ever had more than one table to wait on at a time in the graveyard shift.

The bells above the front door jangled and she glanced up. Boredom melted away at the sight. Continue reading Appreciating Beauty →