into the dark

 

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night

It was a dark and stormy night as Bob stood in the doorway.  His gaze roamed the darkness of Main Street, Pausing at the lights on the corner. The only other lights were in the all night diner across the street.  Bob’s eyes drifting across the dark landscape came to a stop on the sidewalk in front of him. The rain drops from the awning overhead, spattered on to walk in front. 

 

Joining the other drops of rain, a small course of water was formed as it scurried across the walk to join the stream in the gutter.    Ever onward down the hill the water flowed, splashing into the storm sewer at the far corner.  Bob let his mind wander on this stormy night with the water drops traveling down the hill.  Bob’s mind could hear the splashing of the water tumbling along in the storm sewer.  The roar of the storm water, raced through Bob’s thoughts.    In the images of the mind, Bob watched the water course its way to the river below the bluff.

 

Slowly Bob rolled out of his water journey and returned to main street to watch it rain.   His gaze returned to the diner across the way.

 

As his gaze traveled along the front window Bob could only spy three people.  The waitress sat at the end of the counter.  In front of her were buckets of silverware, a stack of napkins and a tub to put the rolled utensils into.  She sat there, mindlessly rolling the napkins and placing the finished ware into the tub. 

 

At the other end of the counter sat Phil, hunched over, telling a story to his cup of coffee. Cookie could be seen in the back, scrubbing down his grill.