Bob's friends see the Apocamolypse

I gaped at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Here we all are? We’re in a friggin’ Waffle House in Charlotte by God North Carolina,” I said.

“Yeah, but before that we were on our home planet which died by fire.”

“Look, I already gave you a dollar outside and I’ve bought you breakfast I don’t see why you have to create such a bullshit story.”

“Maybe you came from another planet?”

That’s when I noticed it was starting to get really warm in there. Waffle Houses are generally pretty warm, even in the winter but I was starting to get uncomfortably hot.

“Uh oh,” he said.

Next thing I know, we’re all here. Crazy, huh?

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