PARTS OF EVERYTHING

the café   suspended strings of white lights, like stars pointing the way   shadowed tables, people talking, whispering, listening, leaning inward for the words   waiters in aprons angling between tables   welcome aromas red cloth napkins, anxious expecting eyes   waiting is the gift finally received  

WARM FOOD

The waitress dropped her pencil onto the floor where it comfortably saddled up next to an abandoned French fry at the base of a full counter where men of labor ate like starving horses and business men sipped hot tea and ladies used their napkins, all under foggy stained lights as the crowd spoke loud … More WARM FOOD