by Jennifer Wineke
Look, he said, and laid the shakers down on the table between us, touching sides with heads together. I had said that I didn’t understand. It was late afternoon. I asked if I was the salt. He said, “of course you are the salt.” He dipped his straw in his glass with thumb on top and drew out water, dropped it on the edge of the table, “and this is time,” then dragged, a river on the table of the diner and when he got to the shakers the river moved up and over and down, along the glass kept going. “This is what happens, see? That’s how it happens, we make glass.” He sat back, smiled, pleased with himself. A waitress appeared to refill our glasses as I leaned over and used my fingernail to scrape away a speck between his teeth.
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