Based on a real experience of mine in a diner which may have been filled with demons. |
Dreaming of the Eggshell Diner It's midnight; I think this is Kansas. I blink and feel the Earth fall out from underneath me. I shock awake and find myself in the middle of the empty two-lane. I need a break. Ahead I see a roadside diner glowing like an angler fish in this murky black infiniti. The sign reads, "Eggshell Diner". Rubbing my eyes the hostess seats me. My waiter's nametag reads, "Dracula" I think, He is tall, translucent and hairless. He speaks in monotone and his words blend together. He blinks out of sight and blinks back with a glass of tea. When I close the menu he dashes to the side of my table and I realize he was standing over me silently the whole time. As I eat a notice an animated corpse walk in. She takes a roll of silver from a bin on the wall. She carries it on her flat open palm and her jaw hangs pendulously as dreamy she cruises to a booth where her gang awaits. The manager give the succubus at the podium a quart of paint and brush to touch up the host stand. She writhes immature and innocently lustful with her handful of metaphor. I pay my tab at the front counter and the manager asks about my meal. "Everything was just fine." The stock answer is a lie that shelters under my furrowed brow. Dust flies cloudy around my feet as I walk to the truck. In the vibrating rearview mirror I see the sign again This time the letters E-G-G are burned out. Was all of that a dream? C. Evan Thompson P.S. Based on true events |