I enter the China Boat. The waitress leads me to our table and brings me a pot of jasmine tea. She leaves me to study the menu even though we both know what I will order.
I’m keeping up our tradition: China Boat every Friday after payday. It’s still not easy, what with all the memories tied up with the place: Frank proposed here, I told him I was expecting and he finally confessed he’d seen the doctor about his headaches. He made me promise to keep coming after he’s gone.
It’s not easy, but a promise is a promise.
No, I haven’t forgotten that I’m supposed to be writing 100-word stories rather than poems. This one is for this week’s FFfAW.