{"id":525,"date":"2008-05-17T07:23:09","date_gmt":"2008-05-17T12:23:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/blog\/?p=525"},"modified":"2008-05-16T20:33:13","modified_gmt":"2008-05-17T01:33:13","slug":"the-man-in-the-diner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/story\/the-man-in-the-diner\/","title":{"rendered":"The Man in the Diner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don&#8217;t plan on developing the story further than I&#8217;ve brought it. It&#8217;s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I&#8217;m reserving rights to this for myself so I would rather you link to it than copy any portion of it.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Hovering through the diner, face lined by the years and brow perpetually furrowed, is what may have been a man in days long gone. The memory of a man, bent over, never seeing its companions, never looking further than the hands folded before it.<\/p>\n<p>And yet&#8230;and yet the wind outside cascades over quiet hills, past empty roads, through the Diner&#8217;s crack-laden parking lot, up it&#8217;s faded fa\u00e7ade and into the establishment dangerously tugging at the ephemeral man. The wind paws with the edge of his shirt, playing with it, calling him to attention and asking.<\/p>\n<p>What made him alight in this fading place, where the patrons were few, the ovens cooling and the hours long? What almost forms a smile as he now turns and stands by the window, eyes glazed over, and a wayward sunbeam makes a constellation of dust sparkle.<\/p>\n<p>As his lips move silently and his shaking hand hovers over the sill is he whispering words of comfort to a love long gone yet never forgotten? What stories do the crevices on his face tell of soft reaching fingers and whispered words waving away?<\/p>\n<p>The constellation of dust swirls as the sun and wind repel him from the sill and he&#8217;s carried away, twirling through the faded old diner once more, face lined by the years and brow perpetually furrowed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a short story vignette that I had posted on a private blog but I wanted to locate them all in one place. I don&#8217;t plan on developing the story further than I&#8217;ve brought it. It&#8217;s a sampling of life, a taste of a fictional happening. I&#8217;m reserving rights to this for myself so I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[144,143],"class_list":["post-525","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story","tag-rey-reynoso","tag-short-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/525","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=525"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/525\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=525"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=525"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rreynoso.com\/reysapoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=525"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}