Faded Face

Faded Face

It was a dreary and light-hearted rainy night. The melancholy man stood below the awning of the newly refurbished Tom's Diner, breathing quietly as he awaited a taxi. The dim lighting advertised 50% off in sandwiches and chips.

He could faintly remember an artist who once sang about Tom's Diner. There were many "do's" in that song. Unsurprisingly, as he remembered, it was titled Tom's Diner. 

A car sped past by, almost-but-not-quite splashing his lower half. He breathed a deep sigh.

Perhaps, one day, he would become like the quiet rain too.