Fast Food

Alex pounded his pulsing right fist on the hollow plastic orange and yellow table. Muttering curses under his breath so low that his thoughts echoed louder. His cheeseburger had watery red tomato’s, paper thin soggy green lettuce and a slab of pale brown beef. Across from him sat Cathy, a three year old girl in a pink and creamsicle dress. Weeping because her mom, was returning her almost bitten burger to the skinny grease shirted boy behind the register.

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