“As always?” asked the barista.
The wicker tables outside were soaked. The wind flopped the grey tarpaulin on the boats piteously huddling together in the harbor. The bright postcard swam in the puddle. He sneezed into a napkin.
“Could you make me hot coffee, please?”
The low season started today.
Nelly Shulman lives in Saint Petersburg and Berlin. She is an author of five novels and a collection of short stories. See more at nellyshulman.com.
Tom woke up to a frost-covered lawn. How did he end up here?
He used to languish on Caribbean beaches with no job worries until fast-fingered whiz kids made him redundant. In London, no one wants a dinosaur.
His radio clicked on: “The sun ain’t gonna shine anymore.”
Time for bed.
John B Sinclair now lives in Scotland and is a freelance writer of mostly comedy material to the local news media.
He worked abroad for many years (Bermuda and the Bahamas) and loved his visits to the US. Orlando, New York City, and Boston are his favourite places. JBS enjoys football (soccer) and Maine Lobster.