The old haunt


It’s weird, but now I’m one of the café regulars.

The King made an appearance, standing and holding a glass bottle of cream soda in one hand. He said hello to me, staring with his wide blue eyes and mouth agape, and asked how I was, and said he noticed I don’t work here anymore.

I should have curtsied.

One of the writer guys, who I’ve befriended, said, “You should have told him you wrote a story about him.” I giggled.