What can YOU say in six sentences?
Sharp shadows from the ketchup bottle and the napkin dispenser stripe the table, worn from grazed elbows and coffee cups. Cups slowly turned as someone tries to say exactly the right thing. Cups pushed away in anger just before someone goes outside to smoke a cigarette in the rain. Our cups just rest, and as he bends to eat, I see the broad shoulders, full arms, and beefy hands of a man twenty years younger. I wonder who he is, having allowed a crumbling infrastructure to develop in our lives. Today I think I will try to listen to what he is saying, at least through breakfast.