Playing Out Ch 01
I had just left the restaurant. An… eclectic sort of outside place. Good for a bite of something. An interesting people watching place. I was crossing the street when a car slowed to a stop in front of me. ‘Did you just come out of there?’ the driver wanted to know. ‘What sort of place is it?’ ‘Well, it’s sort of Caribbean food…’ What was with this guy? ‘Is it, like, eclectic? You know…’ ‘Well, that’s a big word… Around here we only get funky and occasionally cool…’ He was not the typical...