[ WP ] Short story about an `` Accidental Sandwich ''

It had been three month and two days. Frank slowly removed himself from bed. He rolled over and opened his eyes. The lazy summer sunlight burned his retinas and he quickly closed them while stretching and letting out a yawn. He did not have much reason to wake up these days. He sat on the edge of his bed, hoping for any sound but knew there was n't going to be any until he forced his aging frame off the bed. He glanced out the window with a sigh, bent over to grab clothes off the floor. 
 
 Three months and two days ago, his wife was taken by a sudden heart attack. The widow maker it was called, and it lived up to its reputation. He quietly went about his days, wondering when they would be up. On his way to his dusty couch, Frank decided today would be the day he finally left his house again. 
 
 He lived a few blocks from a diner he and his wife used to frequent. The diner just like the customers that kept it open; worn out, frayed, but full of memories. As he entered the door, the cook and two patrons stopped arguing baseball and looked towards the door. `` Frank!'' the cook shouted, `` It's been so long, I thought you moved. I'll have your food right up!'' and with that the cook disappeared in the back before Frank could say anything. Frank slumped in his usual booth over looking the street. As he sat, he interrupted a layer of dust particles, and they angerly floated away to a new resting spot. 
 
 After a few minutes of car watching, the cook laid two plates down on the table. Frank was n't able to explain his wife would n't be joining him anymore. `` Enjoy! I gave the lady a little less mayo, just the way she likes it!'' and before Frank could retaliate, another regular appeared and the cook jetted off to greet him. Frank stared at the accidental sandwich and wondered what he would do with it. He did not have to wonder long as a young boy plopped on the booth across from him, disturbing the freshly settled dust. `` How's it going mister!'' eagerly stated the boy. `` Uh, erm, what can I do for you boy'' stuttered Frank. This was the first time he had talked in months. `` My dog ran away and I've spent all day looking for him. I have n't found him and I started to get hungry so I came in here to see if I could work for food.'' 
 
 Frank pushed the plate closer to the boy. `` Here, eat this, the cook made this sandwich by accident'' 
 `` Thanks a lot, but how can I repay you?'' asked the boy `` Well,'' Frank started, `` I too have lost something and came in here because I could n't find it and was hungry. You tell me about your dog, and I will tell you about my wife, and after our stories maybe we can find what we have been looking for.'' With that, the aging man and innocent youth relived memories of their lost one. In that moment, the diner had reclaimed a regular, and welcomed a new one to replace the one that was lost. The child breathed new life in both the diner, and Frank.
