Mavis walked into their favorite diner, looking like someone from the days when women were dames,dolls, and broads.
Her gams went way down to the floor.
Casper was dashing as could be in his fedora and trench coat.
It was their monthly ritual.
“Mommy, who are those funny people? Why are they in black and white?” little Tommy asked.
“Ssh, dear,” Mrs. Fleener warned.
“They come here often. It’s a nice game-I think.”
Just as mysteriously as they arrived, they ate, paid their bill, and left.
“I know this is an old fashioned place but…,” another patron mused.
Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our weekly leader in Friday Fictioneers. This week’s photo prompt was contributed by Roger Bultot.