Glyde wasn’t sure what woke him from a dream of riding his Beemer along the Blue Ridge Parkway. He soon realized the sun was just about to appear over the distant hills. Trying to catch forty more winks he was soon roused by the sound of two Ring Neck Pheasants ruffling their feathers. He couldn’t get out of his sleeping-bag quick enough to see them. “Well someday I’ll see them,” he thought.
Since he was up, he put water on the stove to get coffee started, and started packing his tent – it had to fit into the Small trailer he towed behind his motorcycle. He could wait for breakfast at the Village Book And Table *, about half an hour away.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers – December 2, 2016 challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields . The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt
Thanks © Jan Wayne Fields for the photo
* Author’s Note:
The Village Book and Table really exists, in Fairfield, Pa. Some people just call it the Book & Table, but no matter what you call the establishment I have been known to drive 1-1/2 hours to get breakfast. It’s not large, with about half a dozen tables you may have to wait for one especially on weekends during the summer. I’ve eaten there for over 40 years, the staff changes but the good service with a smile has never changed.
Thinking of it is making me hungry, I just might head there sometime this week.