Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint # 113

coffee, water, any drinks?

grin preceeds, glance table-wise

budwiser

I am so sorry, not until 11

11? Alright, coffee miss

Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint #111

Familiar face

I rise to greet her

"I lost my sister last week"

the hostess

leads her to her table.

Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint # 110 [tanka]

he shoulder motions

for her to follow

slowly drinking a glass of water

she breathes the space

he waits, outside