10 FLATLANDERS
Otto Krantz stepped outside of his diner for a breath of fresh air, only to get a lungful of dust as the wind kicked up small clusters around him. He coughed feverishly, smacked his barrel chest a couple of times with the palm of his hand. He caught his breath after a few minutes, sighed, and turned to look at his diner. A yellow and blue square shaped building with a bright red triangle roof. In Otto’s eyes, it was a thing of immense beauty. The sign on the front of the building moved side to side with the hard wind, then fell to the ground, barely missing him.
The sign was lovingly hand painted, with much care and detail. A woman in shorts and army shirt tied at her waist, exposing her midriff, stood to attention in the most alluring way. She had a cigarette hanging from
