TSM 205 — Haunted Diner

“The Whitehouse Diner” Photo by Aaron Segreaves Haunted Diner I can still hear them, their laughter, the plates and glasses clinking. I can still hear them, when youth’s engine blushed our cheeks. Spied then I, two entwined through the glass, heart sinking. Flames grew tall; I torched them all without thinking. I can still hear…