The Diner
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A 60's love story imagined in a timeless classic way. Join Lori in this short story about a young impressionable naive girl navigating her way through her first feelings of love.
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She convinced herself that that would be her life. That was until the soft chime of the diner door bell was heard. She looked up, something that she didn't normally do but something in her spurred her to. An imaginary force lifted her eyes off the page and on to the boy approaching the counter. Time slowed and she felt the air growing heavy and even hotter than before. A tall, dark haired leaning effortlessly against the countertop, a cigarette dangling precariously out of his now smirking mouth. He was looking around the shabby diner before his own green eyes chose her. It was a kind of green Lori had never seen before, greener than the swamps that trapped her inside this town, greener than the trees that stood outside her bedroom window. The kind of green her mother would proclaim as god's gift. Suddenly, the thought of going back to her book didn't seem so enticing. It was as if everything she had thought and believed in, no longer mattered. It felt as if her whole life had led to that very moment, from wandering aimlessly up until this hot, sticky August afternoon. She couldn't describe it, but she knew, she just knew, she couldn't let this boy leave without that one simple word being said.
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