Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The narrow street has two neighboring restaurants. In the first, a woman setting silverware yells at the man behind the register. Her coworker is presumably family. She squeals as he sighs and hunches. I hurry by too quickly to see her face, but as I pass the second restaurant, their owner leans out of his doorway. He wears a pencil behind his ear, which makes him seem fictional. He peers toward the source of the sound then “tsks. He gestures over to his meek waiter in a dismissive “Her again!” wave of the hand. Just before the dinner rush, it seems to be business as usual.