by
Raymond Alexander Kukkee
"Table for two?"
the elderly, wizened waiter asked graciously. He grandly tucked two maroon
menus under his arm in anticipation.
"Table for four, actually" said the lady in front, primping her hair
haughtily. Her escort silently skulked
in the shadows .
"Do tell, Princess, and when shall the Royal party be joining you?" the waiter asked
kindly, choosing an additional two menus.
"Sir John and his bimbo shall undoubtedly be late, as usual," the
woman sniffed "just in time to destroy my dinner as they always have done..."
"As you wish,
your Majesty" the waiter smiled
wryly. "The Royal table is
waiting".
The man following grimaced and surreptitiously slipped a
folded bill to the waiter as he returned the unneeded menus to the desk.
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'Dinner' at 125 words
precisely meets Red's M3 Flash Fiction Challenge and the 125 word
limit.
Is that Incoming I hear?
