I was just recently inspired by Leah’s recent story posts, so I decided to pick up 49 again. It’s been a little while since I’ve visited this story, but here’s the next little piece. Enjoy!
The bus slowed to a stop, the doors swinging open to deposit me on the cracked and worn sidewalk. It was a clear morning as I crossed Cheep’s parking lot, the sun breaking through old walnut trees that lined the roadside. I pushed the door to the small fast-food joint open. The smell of fresh-fried eggs and fries greeted me. The perky, blonde waitress set my order on the counter as I walked up.
“Two sandwiches and an OJ, that’ll be $3.68”.
I had the money in my pocket.
I sat down for a moment, setting my backpack on the table and enjoying the sunrise as I finished my egg and bacon sandwich. I was the second one in the little restaurant, as always. A tall man with a dark black coffee and his newspaper was sitting in the corner when I came in. I finished my OJ just as the sun started to peek through the frosted windows.
I headed outside, the bells on the door ringing once again as I let it close. Walking across Cheep’s parking lot, then hopping the barrier into the Freddie’s lot, I breathed in the cold morning air, enjoying the freshness. I headed through the back door of the Fred Meyer’s, and stepped into the employees break room.