jaylar
Denny travelled to the town where Jamey lived. She waited until it was just past three to enter the Diner.
She rang his office from a pay phone.
When he came on the line;
“I’m at the usual hang out, join me for a smoke.”
That was all she said before hanging up.
She judged it would take a half hour for him to think, to move, to reach the Diner. She sat at the counter, ordered a coffee, drank it slowly.
After fifteen minutes she couldn’t continue to sit and wait. She felt exposed, out of place.
Denny went outside, to the place they always met, and let every memory pour in.
Every memory, every feeling.
