The Hot Dog Stand

The hot dog stand shines brighter than the streetlights in this distant Mexican town. Men and women stand around it. Maybe one or two eat, but the rest talk or watch or wait. Nothing moves in the dark side streets of this town until another dark shape separates itself into motion and approaches the glow of the hot dog stand. The hot dogs themselves are shiny with grease but covered in fresh, diced tomatoes. They could be anywhere in the gutters or on the eaves of the dark town, but here they have been gathered to be cooked and served.