But when the couple taped newspaper over the picture windows and even the front door glass panels, people began to wonder. When an old pick-up started arriving every evening, always at the last light of dusk, the talk really got going. Some, who could always be relied upon for the latest gossip, drove by the place extra slowly and gave reports of a wide variety of antiques being unloaded: two china cabinets; a grandfather clock; a pie safe; at least a dozen tables and countless chairs, none matching any that went before or after. All in all, too much to fit inside the space of the business. This got the gossips’ tongues wagging, saying the place was going to be an antique store instead of a restaurant, and that notion began to catch on when a huge old hall tree was moved in.
The man finally hung this sign today, and it seems like they do intend to serve lunch…but only to clients with big hats, which is obviously why they needed that hall tree. The couple must have been riled by all the talk going ‘round about them, since whispers are pointed to go somewhere across the street even though only the gas company building sits there. No word from the town gossips.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.