Table for One
He scrapes at the formica with his thumb. He'd rather be nearer a wall. He wishes he didn't look every time somebody comes in. He keeps re-reading the menu but knows already how it ends. The cutlery and empty glass across from him, accusatory, pitying, have killed his appetite. For food.
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sometimes we don't go out to eat, to eat.
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Deftly done, especially liked the way the table setting acquires attitude and turns on the protagonist.
I liked this a great deal, especially since the reader can fill in who has failed to show... could be a date, an adult child, a separated spouse, the solitariness is very well-rendered.