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“This used to all be forest, you know,” he said, gesturing expansively, The passing waitress jumped back slightly, his arm missing her by scant inches. Jenny shot her an apologetic look as she reached up to accept her miraculously unspilt coffee and her pancake. Geoff didn’t notice, and carried on talking as if the waitress wasn’t even there.

“Luscious green trees, thick wild undergrowth, all of it alive with the sound of birds and animals, the circle of life, you know? And what did we do with it? We tore it all down, man! Razed it to the ground.”

The waitress kept an eye on him as she put down their food and cutlery, avoiding his gestures with exceptional good grace.

Jenny reached for the syrup bottle as he continued to talk.

“And for what? Why did we destroy this precious green landscape, this vital part of the planet’s ecosystem? So we could build a shopping park; a bunch of dismal lookalike stores in a constructed and manicured landscape that could be in any one of a hundred towns. I mean, was it worth it? What’s better, forests or a 24 hour supermarket?”

Jenny rolled her eyes and looked at him over the tops of her glasses. “24 hour supermarket or a pancake house? You’re the one that wanted to come here for breakfast,” she said. “You’re part of the rampant commercialism that destroyed the forest.”

He blinked a couple of times, then opened his mouth again, ready to launch into another rant. She tossed the syrup bottle towards him before he could begin.

“Shut up and eat your waffle.”

© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: This week the Three Word Wednesday prompts were Dismal, Luscious and Waffle.)