Time for breakfast at the little home café run by the oldest couple on the street.
People drove miles for a meal here.
For it was like being at home again. Without the need for conversation.
Phyllis took the orders and helped Sam out in the kitchen.
Plates laden with eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles, toast, mashed potatoes and assorted veggies sailed out with amazing speed.
I drove as quickly as I could, hoping I could find a vacant spot easily.
I didn’t mind the walk before breakfast, but afterwards, was another deal altogether.
I stepped on the accelerator thinking of devilled eggs and hot buttered toast.
Let there be a vacant lot, dear Lord.
I spotted a vacant lot just in front of the café and eased the car in.
I could already feel the warmth from the café seep into my skin. I had my Sunday crossword ready.
All I needed now was breakfast with a pot of tea.
Praise the Lord!
*Thank you Phylor for the photograph. 😀