Hanging Together

These two cherries were the only decorative thing left in a corner diner that had closed its doors and cleared out the furniture months earlier. The place looked sad in that declared bankruptcy sort of way.

But, still, with the late afternoon sun pouring in the window, there was something bittersweet about the dusty paper fruit hanging from the water stained ceiling panel.

They looked like they would make it. They were tied together, touching side to side, above the fray, unperturbed by lost fortunes.