Creative Writing: Lemon's Diner
“ You piece of sh*t”
Was the first thing I heard as I entered Lemon’s Diner snatching a black waist apron from the makeshift hook which was basically a nail. Everyone in the diner turned, looking at the rather recent and ongoing incident happening at Table 10.
I glanced at the girl, who was fuming with rage, as she screamed all the cuss words you could possible think of to the boy sitting in front of her. He trembled with fear, while simultaneously quietly whispering for her to “calm down”. Which did not make her calm down if anything it was the complete opposite reaction.
As hurried customers with kids rushed out of the diner covering their innocent children’s ears shielding them from the loud explicit words filling the restaurant. I
Was the first thing I heard as I entered Lemon’s Diner snatching a black waist apron from the makeshift hook which was basically a nail. Everyone in the diner turned, looking at the rather recent and ongoing incident happening at Table 10.
I glanced at the girl, who was fuming with rage, as she screamed all the cuss words you could possible think of to the boy sitting in front of her. He trembled with fear, while simultaneously quietly whispering for her to “calm down”. Which did not make her calm down if anything it was the complete opposite reaction.
As hurried customers with kids rushed out of the diner covering their innocent children’s ears shielding them from the loud explicit words filling the restaurant. I