It had been awhile since I went into that diner. It was an old converted Taco Bell that became known for it’s greasy sliders and bitter coffee. Now I avoid the joint like the plague. My stomach can handle the food, but not seeing her again.
My targets in there sitting at the corner table, the one that wobbles and always has a sticky top no matter what. It was my old spot when I was seeing her – the waitress. I can’t step foot in there again no matter how bad I need to get him until she leaves. That’s when I can go in, get him, and collect.
A slamming car door next to me took me out of the trance I was in. The boy had a huge smile and it wasn’t from the meal he was about to get, he was on his phone and he pointed it at the diner. Hopefully he doesn’t see that Pikachu is at my table. He’s mine. Those are my Pokemon points.
She needs to leave.
WAITING FOR MY TARGET is my submission to the weekly writing challenge by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-12-2016/). This week’s photo prompt was provided by Phylor. Thank you! This stories word count: 175 words.
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