Lucia stared through the window of the beautiful restaurant. It was 3:00pm and her interview was at 3:15 pm.
This was a big step up from her family’s restaurant in the Bronx. The Italian Trattoria where everyone from the neighborhood would come. Her grandparents, immigrants from Sicily, had opened the restaurant in the 1930s. Lucia, her parents and three brothers were all recruited into the business. There was no escaping it. She was the youngest but she became the face of the restaurant. Her siblings were content to be at the back of the house in the kitchen, but she had always been pushed front and center by her parents and all the patrons knew her. They had known her since she was a child filling their water glasses on a Sunday afternoon. It had always been this way. It became known as Lucia’s Bistro.
Now she was a grown woman and had outgrown the family restaurant. She was ready to spread her wings to the Upper East Side. Understanding all aspects of the restaurant business this was her chance to see how the other side lived.
She entered the restaurant and confidently introduced herself to the Maître d’
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner Week #32