"You got crumbs on your face!'
A mother and her young son were at a table at a restaurant. She wiped the crumbs and bits of spaghetti sauce off his smiling face.
"Oh, my bladder is acting up. Mommy will be right back."
She turned and headed out towards the restrooms. As she exited, a large group of men, dressed in grey came in the door. The air fell silent. Several groups of people hurried out, mumbling excuses of forgetting their wallets. The boy was the only one not visibly terrified.
The men all had the same facial expression; their dry and cracked lips wrinkled from holding pursed lips. They were on the job.
The men sat at a large table, some of them visibly exhausted. Their eyes were hollow and empty, expressionless.
Then, as if under mind control, all of them changed expressions. Their lips moved from pursed to a huge smile, as if seeing cake for the first time. Some of them looked uncanny, as if they were trying to imitate a smile to fit in.
"I'll have one order of spaghetti and a round of beer!" One of them says.
Another man, the only one with a concerned expression, slips a note to a woman. The boy caught a glimpse of one word: HELP.
The door slams open and the boy's mother returns in a panic. She silently grabs the boy and drags him out of the restaurant.
After the men receive their food, they eat silently, as if listening to an invisible podcast. After their bill is paid, their face returns to the empty hollowness and their lips purse once more. They silently leave the restaurant, never to be seen again.
(~based on a dream I had last night)
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