Sarah stacked the bills neatly atop the desk before calling her employees.
“Hello. Yes. We’re allowed to open tomorrow. No. I’ll get everything ready. Just come in tomorrow.”
A dozen of the same calls later, she made her way to the dining room
Oh the memories.
She worked through the night. With every place setting perfect except the lack of guest, she made to leave.
All was done, save one final deed. One switch wired just so by the back door. She flipped it on her way out.
Tears streamed down her face as her dreams went up in flames.
Howdy all! I hope everyone is having a wonderful Wednesday evening (or whenever you’re reading this) and that you are well and safe. I’ve figured out a spot to get a somewhat workable cell signal here in the house, so I’m pretty happy about that!
This week’s photo (thanks Dale) took me back to my time working in restuarants during high school and college and made me think a little about just how rough a business the restuarant world can be. Though I had some great times working in them, the margin of error is small. Just look at all the places that don’t make it. One bad review and… Well, you get the idea.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com, where our gracious host challenges us to fathom a story based on that weeks photo prompt in just 100 words. Thanks Rochelle! You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at your very own 100 word story!