Chapter 4: Wishful Thinking
On an especially blustery day a trench coated stranger strolled into the dinner. The wind howled as the door opened wide. Taking off his hat the stranger took a seat quietly at the counter at which no one sat. Meanwhile Joan was at a both talking a person order when this man appeared.
She turned around to see the man's face. She remembered him coming in weeks ago, but she was unsure how to greet him. Exhaustion filled her crystal blue eyes and she just did not want to go on. All though seeing his familiar face brought comfort to her heart, so she gathered up all her strength and walked to the corner.
"How are you today sir?" Joan asked.
"Quit fine miss." Mr. Clark said with a smile appearing on his rather old worn out face. Then he saw the red mark on her face. Immediately dissent filled his heart. He had a feeling that he knew the culprit, but it wasn't his place or rather his will to say anything.
"What can I get you today?" Joan asked as she walked behind the counter and took out yet again a notepad and pen.
"Well miss today I will have your signature chili." Mr. Clark said as he looked up from the rather yellow menu with a smile upon his face.
"Oh Mr. Clark I made that myself this morning." Joan declared as a smile came across her small face.
"All the more reason I would like to have some." Mr. Clark said. "Maybe I will have two bowls then."
"Oh you're so kind sir." Joan said with delight.
"So Joan do you have any other dreams besides working here at this diner?" Mr. Clark asked looking Joan in the eyes.
"Oh Mr. Clark I don't let myself dream all that much, because if the dream doesn't come true I don't want to get to upset. I've dreamed before and they came crashing down, so a girl shouldn't get her hopes up." Joan said with a heavy and sad sigh.
Mr. Clark just sat there for a few mere moments then spoke once again. "There must be something you dream about?" Mr. Clark asked as he continued to look at Joan.
"Well there is something I've always dreamed. If I could do anything in the world I would be the new Hollywood starlet where people would be taking orders from me instead of me taking orders from them." With her hands pressed against her chest and her eyes looking up towards the heavens, she sees herself winning an Oscar for her winning roll of a life time. Her eyes drifted downward and she was back to reality. Joan covered her mouth with her hand. "I guess it's just a silly dream I've had for so long."
"None since any dream is worth the fight." Mr. Clark said after his first bowl of chili. "At one time I was down on my luck, but I didn't give up. I want you to remember something Joan. No matter how hard life gets keep fighting because there is always a better tomorrow. Well Joan I must be off now I'm needed at my work." Mr. Clark rose from his corner stool, put on his hat and strolled out the door with a smile upon his face for he had just found the future starlet.
A/N: I no its a short chapter, the next one should be longer. What do you think?