Reflections

The clock in the diner ticked loudly, counting down the seconds to closing time. Dale sipped on his lukewarm coffee and stared at the window, ignoring his reflection and instead focusing on the action behind the counter.

This was the place where his wife worked, often coming home carrying the faint scent of coffee and grease. It was also the place where she died, gunned down in a botched robbery.

He had come here every night since then drinking coffee and grieving. Dale stared at the reflection, hoping to see his wife mirrored in the glass just one more time.