Open For Breakfast
I saw you this morning down at Pandora’s Tavern, drinking your coffee at the bar while perusing the obituaries on your phone. I saw Mr. Tombeaux walk in and sit down beside you. He looked straight ahead into the gilded mirror on the wall. The phone maintained its hold on your gaze. Time passed. I heard him say, “I see you’re catching up on all those who recently lost their battle with mortality.” That’s when you turned to look at him and he turned to look at you. Only one of you was smiling. And he said, “How’s that coffee today?”
