The Diner

I emptied the bottles, filled them with food colouring and glued them back on the shelves of my diner.

Waste not, want not, they say.

Those were the heady days. Days of celebration as the glasses clinked and each day blurred into the next.

I was always there, bottle in hand, making sure the glasses were full as we sung and danced each night away.

Then they withdrew my license and I ended up in rehab.

The place is duller, but my ex-wife tolerates me if I behave.

Now all I get are mistrustful looks and diet cokes.

Friday Fictioneers is a long standing weekly Flash Fiction challenge by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields with some amazing stories. I’m honoured to be able to propose a story most weeks, and have been writing stories here for over a year.

This weeks photo prompt is © Ted Strutz. Thanks Ted!

Why not join us? The other stories can be found by clicking on the link below.


15 Replies to “The Diner : Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Well it sounds as though he enjoyed the good times whilst he could. I loved the idea of glueing bottles to the wall. Your story put me in mind of the Cheers bar and your timing was impressive.

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