Angie. (filmflickers) wrote in repose, @ 2016-03-03 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, ana roux, angie lee |
angie + OPEN
Who: Angie + open
What: Breakfast alone, in public, leads to random interactions
Where: The diner downtown
When: Friday morning
Warnings/Rating: None, maybe language?
No one made biscuits and sausage gravy as good as mama, but the diner came damn close. And every so often, Angie had the hankering for a little taste of home. The food was really the only thing she actually missed about Loretto, apart from the theater - which she didn't like to think about much, because it was gone now and a strip mall stood in its place. But today was one of those days. Angie woke up just feeling wrong. Sometimes it happened - the wrong feeling. I often happened after pa's ghost came. Sometimes it was unexpected, and those days were almost harder. Just feeling blue for no plan reason. Holly Golightly called it the mean reds. Angie liked that phrase.
After a quick shower - hot water only lasted about ten minutes at the motel - Angie threw on a well-loved dress, took out her curlers, and headed in to town for some breakfast.
It was still early; the sun hadn't completely burned off the morning mist yet, giving the street and ethereal, unfocused glow. The morning was still chilly, but the air had a hint of spring to it. Angie inhaled deeply, longing for summer. She pushed open the door to the diner and flopped in her usual booth by the window, where she could easily watch people walk by on the street outside. A cup of black coffee was placed in front of her before the waitress bustled off to another booth. Angie clutched the mug, warming her fingers, and stared out the window while she waited for it to cool.