The word is fork. The word limit is 150 words.
The World's End Diner sat off the beaten path at the end of a long dead end dirt road in the middle of the dust bowl somewhere. The parking lot was dirt and brush, showing the imprints of turnarounds the tractor trailers had made to and from this lonely spot. The blinking neon sign was on, but it looked abandoned as Keith and Nadine drove up in their jeep. Dust from the road covered the vehicle.
Looking sideways at each other first, they parked and stepped out and stood at the front of the jeep gazing at the sign and the surrounding brush.
"Well, someone has to be home," Keith said, tenuously taking Nadine's hand as he walked her toward the door. They heard music from inside, and eased a bit before opening the large screen door.
It was Blue Suede Shoes. There was a lone fork on the counter.
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