The Diner

"It was our family tradition: every year on the first day of summer, the four of us ate supper at one of those retro diners downtown - one where smiling waitresses wore miniskirts and ruffled aprons and served all the mouthwatering goodness that made Sunday-best children forget their table manners."

A coming-of-age short story by @xx4242
Please don't copy!

Cover photo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/176344141634166295/