The red-covered stool under you shudders as if you sit in a dollhouse and somebody has struck the table upon which it’s resting. Flo, your usual waitress, is standing by the register. She clutches the counter edge to steady herself. The short-order cook’s knife rattles into the sink, and your coffee slops as you reflexively grab the counter edge.
Not close. But that was one hell of an explosion.
Hosted and narrated by:
Dartel
Started 04/14/16.
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License
