The problem was, no one ever saw him. Not the waitress, Della, who refilled his untouched cup every morning. Not the cook, Big Sal, who sometimes slid a cold plate of eggs in his direction out of pity for “the regular who never eats.” Not even the stray tabby cat that napped by the radiator, though it did twitch an ear his way now and then.
He didn’t leave. But he stopped crying. philip mainlander
She finished her shake, stood up, and flickered—just once—like a bad lightbulb. Then she was gone. The problem was, no one ever saw him
The problem was, no one ever saw him. Not the waitress, Della, who refilled his untouched cup every morning. Not the cook, Big Sal, who sometimes slid a cold plate of eggs in his direction out of pity for “the regular who never eats.” Not even the stray tabby cat that napped by the radiator, though it did twitch an ear his way now and then.
He didn’t leave. But he stopped crying.
She finished her shake, stood up, and flickered—just once—like a bad lightbulb. Then she was gone.