Friday Fiction

This morning I found the One-Minute Writer, and was inspired to take a shot at the Friday Fiction challenge.



The multitude of courses was intimidating at first, but as the evening progressed Klara became increasingly more at ease. The exquisite wines paired with each dish played no small part in melting away her tension. She had never been to a four star restaurant before, and had no preconceived notions about what to expect. The long, plush drapes, the enormous blooms of exotic flowers, and the way the waitstaff was invisible yet omnipresent at all times, were just a few of the touches she would have never imagined on her own.

As she savored the blends of sweet, salty, acidic, and pungent in her mouth, she cared less and less about her second-hand shoes. This night was a treat, a reward. She couldn't be disrespectful and allow her bashfulness to hinder a truly magnificent experience just because she felt like a fish out of water.

Klara's work as a counselor for underprivileged children usually consumes not only her working hours, but often much of her personal time as well. "Children don't stop having problems at 5:00", she reminds her friends. It was exactly her dedication to making lives better for those who cannot help themselves that brought her to Phillipe's on the River, to enjoy a tasting of the entire menu in a private room overlooking the lighthouse. After ten years of dedicated service, her co-workers decided that it was time Klara allowed someone else to serve her.