Hey folks- This week there's going to be a little bit of flash fiction for you. Let me know what you think! :)
The name's Mildred, most people call me Millie though. I work as a waitress at the Jefferson Drop-Off, a cozy little diner on the corner of 5th and Main in a backwash town called Misshaven. Often colloquially pronounced as "Miss-BE-haven", or, for the gentleman with a five o'clock shadow it's "Miss-shaven".
I really don't want to be a waitress, not that it isn't a noble profession, I really want to be a writer. Luckily, I tend to work the lunch shift so I get a lot of great inspiration for my novels. I say novels because I have a terrible habit of not finishing one before starting another. Mostly they just take up space on my laptop never to see the light of day.
Still, I make sure to keep two notepads in the front pocket of my apron. One for taking orders, obviously, the other for jotting down the snippets of conversations I hear. Sometimes people from out of town come in, making for great new material.
The majority of the time nothing particularly interesting goes on. The Usuals at table number nine, a husband and wife, always talk about how their day is going at work and who gets to pick up which kid from what activity. The most exciting thing they ever talk about is what happens when her mother has had one too many bourbons while out with her bridge club gals.
Then there's table number two. Another fireworks couple, two guys- coworkers- who never seem to have much to say to each other unless they're complaining about their families or something to do with the Bigs Wigs at the office.
Lastly, The Cheesecake Twins. Two young women who only seem to be capable of paying for dessert but will hog the table for two hours. Generally they don't have much in the way of anything to say that's worth writing down. I don't mind them so long as they keep tipping well.
That about sums it up for our team of hot-shot regulars. How anything fun or exciting could happen here I will never know.