By Don Tassone
Before the economy tanked, we used to get an hour for lunch.
It took three of us to shine all those shoes. Now customers trickle in, and it’s just me. When I get hungry, I go next door and grab a bite.
“May I help you, sir?”
“Big Mac, small fries, and a large Coke.”
I look at the face beneath the blue cap, into warm, brown eyes I haven’t seen in a while.
“Mr. Milligan?”
“Hello, Sammy.”
He stands straighter and extends his hand, just as he had countless times, except he used to tuck a five between his fingers.
I love this one. You get a sense of character that goes beyond the story.
Nice use of language, Don. That last sentence really made the story sing.
I really like the staccato of your build up to the unexpected ending.
Very appropriate comment on our current society. Guess we all hope things will get better. This is a good read!
Kudos! Well-written and insightful!
Great!
Vivid and apt.
Thanks to all. I’m glad you liked this story.