Shirley Cairo
Bio
In the second half of my life, I am just learning who I am.
Stories (3/0)
Turning the Tables
I heard the drunk before I stepped out on the diner floor, to work my overnight shift. My best friend and fellow waitress, Mary, rushed by me to pick up another pie. She called over her shoulder, “The idiot’s in your station, Ce. The good news is, so is the pretty, rich man.” I shuddered not knowing which one was worse. The pretentious snob rolled in every night with a different woman on his arm who could hardly string two sentences together. I watched them come in after a night on the town for a late meal, piling out of a new orange McClaren. The only adornment on the car was a Harvard Alum window decal.
By Shirley Cairo4 years ago in Humans
What Makes Me Tick
What Makes Me Tick I don’t know about movies. I haven’t read all the latest and greatest novels. As much as I adore music, I know very little about a lot of musical artists. Twenty- some odd years ago, for all intents and purposes, I dropped off the face of the earth. This pseudo death wasn’t a bad thing, it was a needed thing.
By Shirley Cairo4 years ago in Families