The Never-Open Desert Diner (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
He held a flimsy cardboard tray with two big foam cups of coffee. “What’s going on today?” I took the coffee. It was a small gesture, maybe even a trivial one. It meant more to me than perhaps it should have. “Nothing’s going on,” I said. “Not until I get my money.” He passed me an envelope that I didn’t inspect and threw on the dash. “To answer your question,” I said, “not much.” The truck lurched slowly out of the yard into the predawn darkness. “Sometimes the fun never starts.” Josh closed his eyes. “Do you always have to be such an asshole?” “I’m not being an asshole. I’m being colorful.” From behind his closed eyelids, Josh said, “Yeah? Well, you’re a colorful asshole.” “How’d your dinner with Bob and Missus Bob go last night?” He moaned and blindly guided the coffee to his lips. After a sip, he swallowed hard. “Excruciating. Do you know how much genuine hardwood floors cost? I do. I will never forget. He told me three times.
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