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“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
Context: Roseand Jeremy discuss his humanity – or lack thereof.
“My Fellow Human”
“Maybe you're the only human in this whole godforsaken place.” I've never wanted to kiss anyone so badly in my life. I want to quit my job, abandon my tiny, secluded office, and just be here with him. If only I could take him by the hand and lead him home, spend the day talking and touching and sharing!
“Not the only one, dear kind Rose. Maybe one of two, but not the only one.” He presses a beautiful paper rose, complete with leaves and a thorn, into my hand. “Payment, for my fellow human.”
What happens next?
Any guesses you’d like to share?
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review,edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.