The Greasy Spoon
English Novel
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You know how it is, you always find things when you're not looking for them. I was
sorting through some old books recently, in a half-hearted way, when I came across a
dog-eared and greasy Indian cookbook. I leafed through it's pages wondering whether it
was worth keeping, until, stuck between a recipe for onion bhaji and "what to do with
Ladies fingers", I found a photograph.
It was a small picture, taken on a cheap camera. A colour photograph, but the colours
were varying shades of brown and grey which gave it the quality of a sepia print. There were
two people by a roadside, a man and a woman. I recognized them immediately, it was Tom and
Brigid and they looked terrible. It wasn't just the quality of the photograph, they really looked
rough, even Brigid. They were leaning and reaching across the road as if getting to the other side
was their ultimate goal in life, which, I guess, at the time it was. Both of them were laughing kind
of manically. Next to them was a hand painted sign, huge and imposing, with a big arrow pointing
across the road. It said, in big, unequivocal letters:
COOKED BREAKFAST EVERY DAY HOME COOKING JUST LIKE YER MA'S!
It all came flooding back, what a breakfast that was! A special breakfast, a breakfast unlike
any other. It wasn't just the food, although that was great. No, what made this such a breakfast to
remember were the circumstances. It was what led up to it, it was the whole story. I sat down and the
images came pouring into my head. A red Datsun stuffed to the roof, a unicycle, garlic, mountainsides,
pints of Guinness lined up on a bar, a walking stick, a Gypsy Kings tape and a woman with hair greasier
than the sausages and rashers she was serving. That was our breakfast at the Greasy Spoon but the story
starts with Cheryl.
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Published in 2013
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