Leftovers

The boy is a fussy eater.

His father stresses this to the waitress as she takes their order, his mother describing instructions in detail, her fingers drawing on the table as she talks.

The gravy must be kept to the meat only. It must not touch any other component of the meal. Everything is to be kept separate on the plate.

The waitress nods.

When she returns with the food the boy notices some small, unidentifiable bits in his gravy. Before he can speak his mother grabs the menu, his father already resigned to eating leftovers again.

The waitress smiles.

***

A 100 word story based on the photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers.

Photo (c) Roger Bultot.

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