A NICE GUY

 

Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

May the love and peace of this holiday season, wherever it can be found, fill all people everywhere.

A Happy Holiday Season to all!

Here we are this week sitting together in a neon-lit diner. We’ve gathered in this cheery place to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/12/21/23-december-2016/

Genre: Nonfiction Memoir

Word Count: 100 Words

A NICE GUY by P.S. Joshi

After WWII, some of the returning military men opened diners. We had one such diner in our neighborhood in north Akron.

A man named Bill owned it. He was your typical “nice guy”. Everyone liked him.

It was also your typical diner food, lunch bar, and tables along the side with connections to the main jukebox. You chose the preferred song, put your coins in, and pressed the button.

My girlfriend and I, both six, bought ice cream cones one day. She dropped hers in the parking lot. When told by me, Bill smiled and replaced it.