by Jameson Grey
Gunnars Diner [sic] reeked of rank meat—like the fridge was broken or the sous-chef hadn’t checked the expiry dates.
Sous-chef? Marilyn wondered. Did middle-of-nowhere greasy spoons even have them?
Her Freightliner was the only rig in the lot. Marilyn was beat, and hours from the next truck stop, but the smell convinced her groaning stomach it no longer wanted to eat.
“Coffee, please,” she said. “To go.”
The waitress smiled, yelling to the kitchen. “We got a lady trucker, Gunnar!”
Gunnar emerged, his apron stained blood-red.
His cleaver gleamed. Gunnar gleamed.
“Excellent, I ain’t cooked a lady in weeks.”
Jameson Grey is originally from England but now lives with his family in western Canada. He also spent time in the Middle East as a child, which he understands makes him a third culture kid (TCK). His story The Waiting Room was recently published in The Toilet Zone: Number Two.