It’s friday and once again I am particiting in a blog hop for my book TRUTHS BLOOD. Below is an excerpt taken from the book. The scene occurs when Dustin is fleeing the city of Seattle.
A couple blocks into town Dustin spotted an old greasy spoon diner tucked in next to a boarded up gas station. The rundown relic from the past had somehow managed to stay in business long after fast food became the rage. The parking lot was empty except for an old, lime green, Volkswagen van. The van, and especially its occupants play a key roll in the story.
“Hey Dustin, get a load of this, see that bumper sticker?” Chris said.
“Ass, Gas or Grass, no one rides for free.” Dustin read aloud. “My Dad’s told me about those. It’s from the ‘70s.”
“Trippin’ dude. Now let’s go eat.”
Chris led the way up a couple decaying cement steps stained with the remnants of a reminder they’d once blushed bright red, pulled open a creaky screen door, and headed for a booth with a red and white checkered table cloth on the left side of the room. Chipped and worn tiles paved a floor that was probably once cream colored. The air was heavy with the smell of fried food and salted with a double measure of cigarette smoke. A couple of round tables in the middle of the room
were home to napkin dispensers and salt and pepper shakers. Booth seating along dingy windows on both sides of the room completed the ensemble.
The kitchen was in back where a balding, pot bellied cook in a dingy wife-beater undershirt and an apron that looked as if you could have rung gravy from it, peered out from behind beady eyes. He appeared nervous and ran his hands through the few greasy strands of dark hair that fell from the back of his head. Gruffly he called for his waitress.
The back door slammed, Betty strolled in and pulled the last drag from her cigarette. She wore white shoes, the kind you often see nurses wearing and looked to be about sixty years old, but her face wore a look that said she’d spent a hundred years on her feet.
At their table her course smoker’s voice rose up through the gravel bed in her throat and asked, “What can I get you boys today?”
There are more great Boomer Lit authors’ blogs with juicy snippets of their latest work at http://boomerlitfriday.blogspot.it/ The snippet provided above is in context and part of this fridays blog hop. Enjoy