THE DINER

 

CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE DINER

 

Sally’s feet ached. Christmas Eve had been a long, hard slog.

Lorry drivers had merely grabbed a burger without leaving a tip, every family had brought over-excited, noisy children, and someone had thrown up in the toilets.

The moment the last customer left, Sally grabbed the keys to lock up – with luck she’d be home before midnight – but just then a couple stumbled out of the darkness.

“Don’t lock us out,” the man pleaded, “My wife’s in labour,” and as Sally held the door open for them, one brilliant star came to rest in the night sky over the diner.

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There will a fair number of people driving to see family this Christmas - I hope they all reach their destinations unscathed, and find a warm welcome there.

Thanks, as ever, to Rochelle for the prompt and for chivvying us in the Friday Fictioneers community into writing at least once a week. Although, to be honest, my story is a rerun. I am posting a Christmas story each day this week as my Advent Week Calendar, so feel free to scroll back to read my other stories. 

HAPPY CHRISTMAS to you all XX