Open, Twenty Four Hour Diner

Open, Twenty Four Hour Diner
By
Maya Redington

I look through the shutters to the empty dark street. The nearest lamp post flickering on and off. How long has it been? Two, three hours sitting here alone. I want to leave, but I have no where to go. If I had the will to go somewhere, I would, too. I stare at the half empty cold cup of coffee in front of me. The waitress had asked me if I wanted anything a couple of times, but I just replied with, no. I wonder how long it will take until they finally kick me out. This is a twenty four hour diner, right? I really should get going now. But where to go? I have nothing. Well, nothing anymore. I find myself in the diner’s front doorway. I hear the door’s bell ring, and listen to my lonely foot steps wandering along the empty sidewalk. I’m alone. Completely and utterly alone.