first night
The strand of hair that had escaped the elastic band holding her pony tail together floated softly on the air as she took a step. It trailed out behind her like the faintest wisp of smoke, bobbing softly and then rising up again.At the same time, the weight of my coffee cup overcame the amount of friction I was applying to with with my thumb, and it tilted toward me, just starting to spill its contents.
Time sped up and the cup clattered onto the empty plate in front of me, coffee erupting from it.
The hair wisped over with its attached waitress and her rag, and she cleaned up my mess.
She said it was her first night.
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