Steve and his mother out to lunch in the middle of a Tuesday, episode 8 of an untitled series of micro-stories about Steve
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Untitled Limited Series about a Character Named Steve:
In the Middle of a Tuesday (episode 8)
"Iced tea, please," the woman said.
The waitress shifted her weight. "And for you, sir?"
"A rum and coke."
"May I see your ID, sir?"
"Yeah, bet"
"Thank you, sir"
"Steve!" His mother waited for the waitress to walk away. "What are you doing drinking the middle of a Tuesday afternoon?" Her eyes were now glaring.
"Calm down, ma. I'm just a little freaked out after hearing about Dad leaving."
"Oh, forget that for now. I never see you. How have you been?"
Steve sighed. "Just fine. I'm tip-top."
"How's that girl you mentioned over the phone? Lisa?"
"She's fine, mom." He grumbled in quick silence. "I can't just drop it, okay? Why did he go? What did he say?"
"I told you," she snapped back. "He lost it, got this glaze over in his eyes and suddenly the answer for everything was the wild. All he would talk about is the wild, the wild."
"So he just left?"
"At six in the morning without a note or anything..."
To be continued...
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This was the eigth part of a cross-genre short story composed in 2009 at the College of Santa Fe.
