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Tablecloth (100)

“Cheeseburger, fries, coke.”

“Anything else?”

“Honey bun, heated with cheese.”

“Cheeseburger, fries, coke and a honeybun with cheese. Got it.”

Hopefully the food would be better than the atmosphere. Eating somewhere with peeling paint and broken chairs wasn’t her first choice but it would have to do. She had brought her own tablecloth; the looks were priceless but at least it was clean.

Why is she eating somewhere with peeling paint and broken chairs? Is it the only place to eat in town? Why is she carrying around a tablecloth?

The word is tablecloth, the limit was 100 words and this post comes in at 63 words. Click the link to find M3 and the Flash in the Pan Challenge.


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