Deb moves between them with a coffee pot and no need for thanks. The old man takes her side of the booth now, watching the door the way she used to. When the bell rings, everyone looks up. Then looks back down. The red stools hold whoever comes.
Scott Burau is a writer living between Provincetown, Massachusetts, and Key West, Florida. His work has most recently appeared in San Antonio Review and Mouthful of Salt.
Great story…so quietly evocative