I walked into the nearly empty diner and was hit by the strong smell of Windex burning the inside of my nose. My face furrowed at the familiar chemical-y scent brought upon the vibrant blue cleaner drenching the windows.
White lights beamed down below from the long flickering fixtures up above, hanging onto the grease-stained ceiling. Whisps of timeless jazz seem to trickle from the vintage jukebox lying in the corner. No one was to be seen in the front, rows of empty bright red booths lined the ceramic checkered flooring of the diner lying empty. Only a shell of the diner I once spent trying to conceal myself from the scorching summers, ordering milkshakes and sundaes to cool off, away from the blazing sun. Or the diner I’d curl up in during frigid winters, always asking for a warm cup of hot chocolate with exactly 5 marshmallows bobbing around in the mug.
White lights beamed down below from the long flickering fixtures up above, hanging onto the grease-stained ceiling. Whisps of timeless jazz seem to trickle from the vintage jukebox lying in the corner. No one was to be seen in the front, rows of empty bright red booths lined the ceramic checkered flooring of the diner lying empty. Only a shell of the diner I once spent trying to conceal myself from the scorching summers, ordering milkshakes and sundaes to cool off, away from the blazing sun. Or the diner I’d curl up in during frigid winters, always asking for a warm cup of hot chocolate with exactly 5 marshmallows bobbing around in the mug.
