This for Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge.
He sat there, fork suspended between plate and mouth, staring into the distance.
This was the first time he had come here since she died only nine months ago. She had always had a fish dish, he a steak. They never argued over which wine. She would opt for a white, he usually a red but occasionally white. On special occasions they would order a bottle of bubbly.
This was the place where they would bring family; the children, their children, visiting siblings.
They were known to the staff. Well known.
The waitress smiled at him.
He started to eat.