the wordsmith sits alone at a table. the door is open. the crowd comes. and goes. "comes and goes?" ebbs. or something similar. he looks at the floor.
there are no words.
he walks to the counter and looks at the offerings. "all meals served with extra verbiage," it reads. he checks his pockets. he has a nickel and a subway token. not nearly enough for a meal. he asks the girl behind the counter. the girl with the. he tried. but couldn't find the words.
he slid the nickel across the counter with his finger. "quick," he said. "i need a side of." he stopped. she smiled at him and reached into the glass case at her knees. she took the nickel and dropped it into the tip jar. she smiled.
"we get this all the time in here."