An Untouched Feast Left Behind
The blonde woman slid her finger across her phone screen to answer an incoming call.
She spoke briefly into the receiver, her face turning serious as she listened.
She grabbed her brown leather handbag from the floor and stood up from her seat.
On her black marble table sat an untouched plate of roasted chicken, a basket of fresh bread, and plates of fruit.
She walked past the large, clean glass windows of the restaurant and stepped out onto the busy city street.
Behind her empty seat, an elderly man with uncombed gray hair sat quietly at a smaller wooden table.
He wore a faded blue denim shirt with rolled-up sleeves and brown trousers with large tears at the knees.
He watched the woman disappear down the sidewalk as cars and double-decker buses drove past the restaurant windows.
He looked at the steam rising from the freshly cooked chicken left behind on her table.
He placed his palms on his knees, pushing himself up slowly from his wooden chair.
He took several slow steps across the dark, polished marble floor toward the vacant table.
He pulled out the dark leather chair, sat down, and picked up the polished metal fork and knife.
The Meal Taken Away
He sliced a small piece of the chicken, lifted it with his fork, and began to eat.
His hands shook slightly as he brought the food to his mouth.
He kept his eyes focused on the plate, chewing slowly as he sat alone at the large table.
A blonde waitress wearing a white collared shirt with a gold name tag and a black apron approached him.
She did not speak as she reached down and picked up the large platter holding the chicken.
She placed the dish onto her tray, took the glass of iced tea, and turned back toward the kitchen.
The man stopped eating and watched her carry the food away.
The table was now mostly empty, containing only a small basket of bread and some fresh fruit.
He looked down at his empty plate, his chin starting to shake as he sat in the quiet restaurant.
He closed his eyes, and large tears rolled down his weathered, wrinkled face.
He raised his right hand to his forehead, covering his eyes as his shoulders trembled.
A Fresh Tray Arrives
The waitress returned to the table a moment later, carrying a large silver tray.
She set the tray down gently in front of him on the marble table.
The tray held a brand new, fully plated meal of roasted chicken, a fresh side salad, and a cold drink.
The man opened his eyes and stared at the hot food placed before him.
He stood up quickly, his chair scraping against the dark floor tiles as he moved.
He stepped forward and wrapped both arms tightly around the waitress’s neck.
She leaned forward, hugging him back and resting her hand on his shoulder as they stood by the window.
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