Waffle House Gothic
- it’s midnight. there are children. you can’t quite bring yourself to look them in the eyes
- you remember this waitress, the one with the blue eye. The one with the blonde hair and the scar on her face.
- you remember this waitress, you saw her when you were on family vacation. you were nine
- “we need to open these shades” you nod “otherwise…they come. we don’t want that do we?”
- she brings you your food. just what you wanted. you look over and see there are no chefs
- you tip well. you must keep her appeased
- an amber alert alarms your phone. the child has your name. your face.
- you don’t remember ordering, you don’t remember coming here
you remember this waitress.
tip her well