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Seaweed Please

Joe Hawkins

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August 25th, 2014 - 09:04 AM

Seaweed Please

“Welcome Mr. Lenze .” Meghan’s quickly moving from the packed waitress station when she innocently bumps into Jenny.

The breeze is meaningless, but it leaves a heavy mark of curiosity smeared on Jenny’s side. So she instantly looks up and wonders what’s going on. Then Jenny catches a fast glimpse of an excessively warm smile greeting this lonely traveler when Meghan had just expressed how tired she’s feeling and doesn’t want to serve another drink. Jenny senses something, so she just stops and watches.

“Has it been another year already?” Meghan’s words have a beat. You can feel her emotions. She’s been practicing the phrase. There’s purpose dancing in the weightless air with her lyrics.

Mr. Lenze just stands there with his hands dunked deep down into the pockets of his cutoff blue jeans. It’s a humble pose he designed. He then shares a modest grin with Meghan that even Jenny can feel. There's an essence radiating around Meghan’s presence. There’s a texture of pure passion encompassing Meghan’s body.

Megan doesn’t scan over the scarred seating plan. She already knows a guy’s been lingering there way too long. “Your usual’s taken.” A small mist of discouragement creases her smile. Then a dash of optimism startles her and tries to cheerfully pull up the wavering edges of her lips. “May we offer you something else outside on the patio?”

It was rather fitting. Mr. Lenze really didn’t want to stay anyway. He was trying to think of a polite approach to avoid the temptation for the whole ride on the second half of his drive. He realizes now he never should have been concerned. The universe always finds a way if it’s the direction he needs to go (It’s one of his life’s mottos).

“That’s okay. It’s getting late.” He offers her the only excuse he could find rummaging around in the floorboard of his car. “The ferry broke down.”

The subtle brush doesn’t deter Meghan. She never even stops at the hostess’ stand to get a menu. “I heard that earlier.” Her uncertain smile is getting tired of lifting weights all day and is slowly turning into a frown. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a small piece of dessert and talk with us for a little bit.” She quietly mouths “It’s on the house.” Her lipstick tries to find some sense of freedom as her tiny fingers discretely play on his right hip just for a short bit.

“The lights fading fast and I only have five days.” The man’s pinky leaps from his pocket and tries to seize her retracting tenderness but it was gone long before his mind even got into the race.

“Are you sure?” Meghan’s eyes grow thin and she unknowingly begins nibbling on her index finger while staring straight at Mr. Lenze. Her energy is carelessly flirting with the man right there in front of everyone, including the mayor.

Mr. Lenze just looks down into Meghan’s brown eyes. She closes them out of fear. Meghan wants to feel the caress of his touch holding her. She wants his kiss more than anything right then; it’s what she’s been wanting for a year.

But disappointment opens her eyes and she can read his thoughts. Now discouragement takes hold of Meghan’s hand and walks her toward the kitchen’s port window. “A Jacob’s Special, please.” She raises her voice for emphasis.


Hopping into his car, Mr. Lenze is opening the takeout bag and getting the side order of fries to munch on the drive when he sees a note.


“Who was that?” Jenny’s question mark has a bold tone.

“That’s just some guy that comes for a week every year.”

“How’d you know what he wanted?” Jenny takes a half step back to create a moment, and then looks squarely at Meghan. “He never placed an order.”

“Here. Take this rum and coke out to your brother.”

Jenny hears the Mayor’s unexpected voice catching up to her as she’s opening the back door. “His name’s Jacob.”

Joe Hawkins
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