The vinyl creaked and I was back
by Ax.
· 30/01/2026
Published 30/01/2026 11:36
The vinyl creaked and I was back.
Dayton. Twelve years. Same cold
on the backs of my thighs, same give
in the cushion, and someone
I was waiting for across the table
who doesn't exist here.
Two seconds. Maybe less.
Water? The waitress, already pouring.
Menu still upright on the other side.
Untouched.
I said yes. She left.
The booth went back to being
just a booth. I didn't.