The Songs Are in Your Eyes

Arlene visited the Bistro today. I got to hold her baby girl for the first time. Fluvio took this picture of us with his cell phone. As I was holding her I remembered the lyrics from a U2 song: Freedom has a scent Like the top of a new born baby’s head The songs are...

Homeless Guy

I’m walking towards the Bistro. It’s cold out today. I pull my jacket around me, trying to hold in the warm air from my car’s heater. But the surrounding buildings conspire to funnel a biting wind that washes over me. I shiver. I’ll be glad to get inside. Navigating...

Ship Afire

“Something’s really wrong with table 23,” Saroya says. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Go over there,” Saroya says grimly. I hustle to the front of the restaurant and find a lone blonde woman sobbing into her martini. I know who this lady is. She and her girlfriend were...

Seduction

Four ladies finish their entrees. After the busgirls clear and crumb the table I bring over the dessert menus. It’s time for me to become the devil. “Ladies,” I say sweetly, “We have some excellent desserts tonight.” “Oh, nothing for me,” Bubbly Blonde replies. “No...

Just Call Me Cyrano

I’m hiding in the kitchen drinking coffee when one of my customers trespasses and walks in. I hate when people do that. “Sir,” I say warily, “What can I do for you?” “Hi,” the guy says, looking flustered. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.” “If I...