Green and Almost White Christmas

Fiction

The truckers started eating at Villo’s, three blocks down, after the old record store got torn down and Villo expanded the parking lot.

Lissa stared out at the cavernous potholes in the Sunrise Eatery parking lot, rapidly filling with melting snow.

A scathing Yelp review about the cleanliness of the place chased away the ladies who came after First Presbyterian.

Lissa couldn’t think of another surface to wipe, and all the tableware in the circular bins had been polished twice.

A black Mercedes pulled in the lot.

Lissa shivered. Except for the boring rims, the car reminded her of Petey Rock’s.