The Red Journal (The Diner, Afterwards)

The Red Journal 1 Minute

MONDAY, 08:35 A.M.

Should I even order coffee?
I hate coffee.
This place does look like it could serve a half-decent pot.
I guess I’ll have to get something just to blend in with these people.
Great, now the waitress is staring at me?
Does she know?
OK, now she’s tapping her pen.
I’m really not in the mood for her right now.
She’s bringing on a headache.
All I can think about is the success of last night.
Yes, I drank cheap disgusting booze with cheap disgusting strangers. But, I prepared for that.
I did go over the line with killing that guy.
Had to though, had to get closer.
And, I did…

Published by Ash Douglas

Writer, Poet, WritersNL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”

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