I've stopped at a diner like this in #Australia in a on-map-only town.
It was dinner time.
Conversation ceased, like in an old western.
The locals looked up at me from their evening broth, false teeth on tea saucers like elaborate Michelin desserts.
I felt, there was sadness and regret in their eyes, looking at my bulk. I would have made better filling of the cauldron at the back than the scrawny German backpacker.
I turned on my heel and drove out over the potholes of the parking lot back onto the highway.
The Diner was still in my rear vision mirror, when it begun to disolve into a crossroad on my GPS.
Accidental #microfiction 🙂


