Rule of exchange
by Guy Yasko
-- 54 cents is your change.
-- So soft!
She seizes my hand. I resist just enough to sense her strength.
Calloused fingers trace over inky stains.
-- A writer?
-- Of sorts.
I sense impatience behind me. Our hands fall to our sides.
-- That will be $3.29.
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Author's Note
Loosely based on an incident in a Manoa café many years ago.
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I always enjoy writer stories, especially splendidly mundane ones like this. What was he buying? Was there a happy end? Did he come back to offer his inky stained hand in marriage?
Thanks for the read, Marcus. Now that i look at it again, it reminds me of your writer stories. Yes, maybe it needs expanding.
It occurs to me that you write stories about the tensions between people, too... Nicely done here.