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The DP Challenge: That Customer

27 Oct

So…. Just lazing around at home on a rainy Sunday Afternoon and chanced upon this DP Challenge by dailypost (Link: decided to do up a short one just for the fun of it so, here it goes. This is done spontaneously, no planning done whatsoever. I kind of just combined everything into a story rather than writing separate POVs

  • A waitress welcomes an elderly regular as he takes his seat at the counter in the diner. The man just got word his wife is dying of cancer. The cook watches through the order window.


That Customer


The bell hanging at the entrance sounded as the door opened, letting a gush of cool wind sweep through the slightly warm and comfy diner.

” Hi, Welcome to Jules!” The waitress greeted with her most cheerful voice.  It had been a rather slow afternoon today at the diner so there wasn’t much to be done. With hair up in a ponytail, bright coloured high cuts and a simple black apron draped over her red checkered mid length A-line skirt and white frilly top, the waitress kept her small notebook in her front pocket and proceeded to the front half of the diner. She was lucky that such a place was willing to hire her for her age. The month was coming to an end and the thought of receiving her pay & first bonus was just exciting.  After all, she was a step closer to saving up for her tuition fee for that Dance Academy she finally got in to.

A rather tall, old man dressed in a simple suede midnight blue suit, no tie, and a top hat lets the door close behind him before walking forward.

“Mr Whalfs! What a pleasure to see you!”

The waitress hurried over to his side as though welcoming an important person. It has been long since he last visited Jules.

“Your usual spot I suppose,” she confirmed as she led him over to the seat by the window at the far end.

” Eggs & Mash? More pepper & butter and a little sour cream on top. Will be right back!” She hurried over to the counter to place his order. She adored this old man, not in a way of a lover but like a family, her Grandfather to be exact. Her Grandfather took care and taught her many things when she was a child, when he was still alive. Mr Whalfs reminded her of Him. He was also the reason that her time at Jules was such a pleasant one. A quiet but cheerful and gentle one, really. He would stay for hours just to leave at exactly 6:45PM to take a short walk down to his Wife’s Florist at the end of the street to pick her up.

If she was lucky, he would motion her to sit down with him and he would proceed on to share stories about his life and his one true love, his wife, when the diner wasn’t busy.

Mr Whalfs carefully placed his top hat on his right and as if on cue, his phone rang.

The Plump, rosy-cheeked Main Cook observed the Old Man from the order window with a curious look. He watched as Mr Whalfs answered his phone with a slight… dark expression. Worried or dreadful, he was unsure. Mr Whalfs only listened and never talked. The main cook watched as Mr Whalfs squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath out as though he was getting ready to take in a terrible news. He watched the sides of his lips, how they quivered a little and how it slowly tugged upwards. He smiled. Not with joy but with a sad relief.

“Special Order of Eggs & Mash is ready!” one of the  cooks announced.

The main cook turned around , slowly averting his gaze from the old man with a confused look and inspected the order before placing it on the Counter top for collection. He just couldn’t understand the situation.


The collection bell resonated throughout the diner. The plate of Eggs & Mash was placed carefully in front of him. It was one of those rare moments again that she was called to join him at the table. He put a spoonful of mash in his mouth & looked up at her with a sad smile. She didn’t get it, what was wrong?

“Was it not up to standard?” She asked. He shook his head and chuckled.  Did something happen? It got her worried.

He started, ” My child, life is beautiful in a strange way. Treasure the ones you have and treasure yourself because only then will you not regret anything in life,” he averted his gaze to the food. “Life is short, make the best of it,” and took another bite of his eggs.

She was surprised and confused. It was the first time he had talked so much, so… strangely as well.

” It’s true you know? Life isn’t complete without love. I may be well off but without her walking this path with me, it wouldn’t have been so special. I’m glad. ” He continued.

She finally spoke up.

“I…I don’t understand… Mr Whalfs, why are you telling me this?”

He put down is knife and fork and looked up, ” Tell me, little one, would you feel happy letting go of that special someone who is suffering, even if it means that you’ll be suffering instead?” After digesting what he asked, she finally realized what this was all about. Unsure, yes, but she felt that her suspicions could be close.

She thought back to her late Younger sister who died and answered, “I would Mr Whalfs, I would. Even if it means that I would be alone. Because seeing them trying their best to hold on and not to leave us behind but suffering physically is even more painful than seeing them pass on.” Tears were lining her eyes as she thought back to that time at the hospital where she assured her sister that it was alright to pass on, that no one would blame her and promised her sister that they would be happy for her, just like she wanted, because she was no longer suffering.

Mr Whalfs smiled a genuine happy smile.

“Then I guess we’re similar in that way.”

He then got up, straightened his suit and put on his Top Hat. He took out an envelope and placed it in front of her. Tipping it slightly, he wished her farewell and started walking  towards the exit. She stared at the enveloped for a few seconds, stunned. She was right. Hurriedly, she took the envelope in her hands and chased after Mr Whalfs.

“W-what’s… taking her away? ”

With hands already on the door handle, he stopped and whispered with a smile.

“Cancer. Cancer, my child.”

With one last bow he exited the diner. A note was written on the underside of the envelope. It read, ‘ Thank You, It was a nice meal. I hope this helps you with chasing you dream.’ Carefully, she opened it.

Inside laid a cheque of $900,000.

The Rain got heavier, as though a substitute for his tears that wouldn’t fall. It was the last time she had ever saw him.

Whew, okay i’m finally done.


It has been long since I’ve last wrote.

Worried… because I don’t think this is even up to standard ><

Guess what? The rain has stopped! Haha~ The power was cut off midway into writing this but thank god I’m using a laptop.

I guess some parts are a little choppy but oh well, doesn’t really matter for now~

Kinda gave up making the structure look nice… this damn blog doesn’t allow me to edit it the way I want :((((