Sam Storm

A Weighted Visit

The dented bell above the door alerted his entrance to the establishment. Even at a quarter to midnight on a Thursday night the diner was almost full. Truckers spread out across the bar with their steaming cups of coffee and greasy burgers. A group of teenagers smushed into the corner booth sharing two milk shakes and a mountain of fries cackle at nothing in particular. A couple sit one booth away from the door with the air of tourism thick about them. The man clears his throat and a small blond haired woman pokes her head around the bar.