(
Table for one)
Every single person knows it, the table with two chairs, one that is always empty. Its emptiness stares back at you.
"Are you waiting for someone?"
Yes, though I don't know when she will show up, or who she is. Maybe
she is already here... That
young woman a few tables down? The
woman now walking out the
door? One of the
waitresses? Or maybe the waitress who worked here a few weeks ago and followed her dream to become a
grade school teacher?
I don't know.
No, just a table for one.
The chair is still empty.