We see the same faces passing by every day, my faithful wife and I. Ghosts walking by our windows, their faces gaunt and pale. Their speech slurred, almost hauntingly so. They held up signs, although most of which read similar messages. “Will work for food,” “Feed me,” “Spare change?” You had to feel sorry for the beggars and homeless on the streets when you run a respected, neighborhood diner.
Their faces unwashed, we thought that we could not just feed them for free. Then regular patrons would always demand the same treatment, that it would be unfair and unjust. Yet, at the same time, we couldn’t just leave them out there to just rot either. We had to help them. We looked at the picture of our son, who went and never returned from war, and that was how our idea struck.
The next day, when the night was going by lazily, we let this one man in. He introduced himself as Kyle. Kyle was one of those people. He had been sleeping in alleyways and the outskirts of town for years after he was lain off and lost his home, unable to make a living for himself with how bad the economy was doing.
He ordered a brisket, the diner’s specialty.
In the kitchen, as she was preparing the man’s food, my wife asked me if what we were doing was right. If our method, if this this was a way to truly guide them. After a long discussion, I assured her that our friend Kyle would be thankful for us helping him along his way.
Kyle’s eyes lit up as we brought the plate out, and he began to chow down quickly. He was a hungry one, we wondered when was the last time he ever had a good meal exactly. His mouth was almost mechanical in how quickly it took in and chewed and swallowed each bite down. With a small smile, he thanked us for the wonderful meal. We just smiled on, out of courtesy more than anything else.
He blacked out, and was later pronounced dead by the police. We covered it up well. After all, it turned out that the homeless man had a fatal disease and could have died any day. A bit of luck on our side there.
The second. The third. The fourth. All these wretched souls that were set free. Free of the suffering from homelessness, disease and starvation!
Our efforts were put at rest after one certain customer came in. It still haunts us to this day, not a moment goes by where we think about what we had done that one evening.
He told us that his name was Jason as I held the door open for him. He was a very scruffy man, in ragged and dirty clothing. It was an eyesore just staring at the poor son o’ a bitch for too long. He needed help, and we were the ones to set him on that path to a better place, a special and celestial kind of home up high. God was calling him, to take him home with wide open arms. I felt it in my bones, in my blood. We gave him a big meal of steak to eat, and like the rest he did not seem to notice that it had been spiked with poison.
Oh, how he loved it. He told us how it reminded him of his mother’s cooking when he was a child. We smiled in unison and waited. Waited for his freedom, and soon it came as always as we watched his eyes close for the very last time.
The investigator, per usual, came as soon as possible. Surprisingly still, they had not suspected a single thing despite the bodies piling up. At least until we turned ourselves in. The man was apparently an amnesiac after a tragedy a few years back. The doctor looking him over noticed that the slum was wearing dog tags around his throat, and my heart sank as he read the name. I was confused at first, but then it struck home; it turned out that our poor, dear son never did die in the war after all.
36 Comments on 'The Diner'
is creepy i am scare
Pretty good pasta I licked my plate!
I can never eat at a restaruant ever again…………………I can’t believe they killed their son……..and why didn’t he go to them when he came back.
oh wait…never mind he lost is memory that’s why he didn’t go back
Great but sad ending
Oh my goodness it’s so sad it hurts! Great job though ;-;
awesome pasta bro and really sad. 9/10 😉
Absolutely enjoyed it. Irony is key. You did a fantastic job with this. Write more pastas!
An amazing pasta! As good as some fazbear pizza!
Holy shit, double plot twist!! I didn’t see both comming!
I really enjoyed the twist ending. I felt like I would love to read short stories of all the people poisoned, like the owners we’re letting those peoples lives be heard when no one else would listen, which would add to the “mercy” killing arc.
That last part is sad ;.; but goo pasta 🙂 I like pizza better tho…
A great pasta with a both sad and shocking twist. Love it. 8.5/10
It’s actually pretty good
So good but so sad. Kinda how I feel when I eat a lot of cake, I love it but I cry a little when I hold out my plate for more.
A twist, and another twist. Yes!
Short, subtle and brilliant. Mindfucked!
You took this from a beyond belief episode
This is a segment from an episode of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction. Already knew what was going to happen.
I really like the story but it is almost an exact copy of an episode from beyond belief: Fact or Fiction. So I already new the twist from the beginning
Great Pasta! So sad. tho
Whoa! Whoa! Let me get this story straight. So, the owners of a neighborhood diner kept seeing these homeless people, and whenever one came into the diner, they would poison their food to “put them out of their misery” but evidently one of the people they poison turns out to be their son? Ok, that is some twisted bullcrap right there.
It’s a good story. It’s not an original story though. I’m not sure what the rules are concerning copying anothers work like that.
Karma’s a biiiiitch. But really, I did not expect the twist!! This is a great story and I loved it, good job
Man that was a pretty good pasta. It was also a very sad one it kind of made me want to cry.
When he said, “It still haunts us to this day” I knew how it was going to end.
This is from X- Factor with Jonathan Frakes ; ) Long ago.
oh the ending was a real surprise but unique pasta
I really liked this
Great pasta. Not too long, and it had a shocking ending. I loved it.
its from a show