Friday, August 28, 2009

Eggs Over Easy

She looked out the window. Nothing really strange about that, except that she wasn't sure why she did it. A flash out of the corner of her eye?

"Did you hear me? I said I'd like my eggs over easy"

"Uh, yeah. Sure thing, Mac."

She scribbled the order on the pad she pulled from her apron. Walking toward the kitchen, her eyes were again drawn to the window. But this time she knew why. Standing outside was a man. A man wearing clothes that looked like something from the 1800s. The waitress didn't remember hearing about any kind of festival in town that would explain clothes like that. The man kept looking at a notebook in his hand, then around the area. He nodded his head as though coming to a decision and crossed the street to the opposite side. The waitress saw him pull something from his bag. It looked like... duct tape? He bent over and taped the edges of an old cardboard box that had been sitting up against a lamp post. Just as the waitress was about to turn to the cook, she saw a flash of light around the man. Then he was gone.

"Something wrong with ya?"

"No, no. I just... thought I saw something a bit strange, ya know?" the waitress answered.

"Strange like what?"

"Oh, probably nothing. Just a bit bleary-eyed after all these hours. You know how it is."

"Sure thing. Hey did ya need something?"

"Oh, almost forgot. Guy at table four wants two eggs, over easy."
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