There was a lacuna of light between Fredo and Sally. Fredo shone brightly as he guided the entranceway where patrons drove forward and backwards in their visit with the diner. Sally always felt that Fredo was too officious, shining as brightly as he did. Sally took a much more sporadic approach to her services as she flickered in florescent patterns almost as if a veil of Honiton was wrapped about her. Fredo thought of Sally as he did most of her kind, flaky and judgemental. He took pride in his consistency and luminous glow, showing up night after night for the last 10 years. A fait accompli. Sam sat in the darkness these last few months between Fredo and Sally looking upon them in envy. He dreamt of the day when he could make a gambit into their conversation.
Words of the day:
Lacuna: a gap or missing part, as in a manuscript, series, or logical argument.
Gambit: a remark intended to start a conversation or make a telling point. A calculated move.
Officious: assertive of authority in an annoyingly domineering way. Intrusively enthusiastic in offering help or advise.
fait accompli: an irrevisbile accomplishment
Backward: opposite to the usual way : in reverse
Honiton: a type of lace with a floral sprig pattern