The diner’s unremarkable. Could be anywhere, and almost anywhen. But Shelly, she is remarkable—tough, with a head of hair like springs and a tongue like a buzz-saw. I’ve had a thing for Shelly for near on thirty years.
“You can get anything you want in Alice’s Restaurant, exceptin’ Alice,” as the song goes. That’s Shelly’s. I turned up once with a mariachi band and a convertible full of red roses, like that Richard Gere movie. Woman only sniffed and muttered, “damn fool boy.”
Suppose you might call me a stalker, except the relentless pursuit really tickles Shelly. One day she’ll succumb.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Carry on…
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Aye aye
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Dear Neil,
I suppose it gives him something to do. Not sure I’d hold out hope where Shelly’s concerned.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I share your doubt
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I wouldn’t be so sure, pal!
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I have fond memories of “Alice’s Restaurant,” the album, not the actual place.
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God loves an optimist. And maybe Shelly will too, one day. Loved the voice.
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