Pass It On

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She sat alone

A table for two

Waiting for a dream

The lilacs permeated

The warm Spring air

Making her believe

She sipped her tea

And ate her muffin

Knowing what to do

She paid the bill

And tipped the waiter

Leaving with a smile

She’d done her best

To spread some joy

For a random stranger

When the waiter came

He cleared the table

Finding a $100 tip


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – permeate

The Stranger

“Delivery or pick-up?” she asked the person on the other end of the phone.

He replied, “If it’s you sugar, delivery.”

She rolled her eyes.  This job kept her rent paid, but came with some difficult customers.  “No sir, I only take the orders.  Would you still like delivery?”

She marked off delivery on the ticket and hung up the phone with a sigh.  This would be a long night at work.  Then as she turned she almost stepped into a man who appeared out of nowhere.  He was handsome and slowly smiled at her.  Maybe the night was changing…

 

(Just challenging myself to the 100 word fiction so many of you write so well.  100 words is not many…LOL)