Category Archives: Short Story
-1871- If Quick Tips had another name, he refused to acknowledge it. He was an orphan and his first memory was of being pointed at for stealing bread from the nursery by the other children. One girl, though, with long blonde hair … Continue reading
Hope dwindled. The only thing left for Ones, he considered, a week after the incident with the mother and teenage children, was to find out the man’s name. Then he would fall back into dreams, never to wake again. Try as he might, though, … Continue reading
6 days passed and Ones was the only tip the man received. He still didn’t know his name, either. Customers came and went and the small tables scattered in the shop stayed vacant. When they weren’t, they seated an individual or two, busy … Continue reading
“Where am I?” Ones thought to himself, while absorbing the space around him in the coffee shop. The man finished addressing him and placed him back in the tips jar.
“Have you got any smaller bills, ma’am?” asked the worn man behind the counter. The words came out cold. He grimaced as the elderly woman pulled out a 50. She probably didn’t hear him, and she certainly wasn’t the first, he thought.