‘Constable Morrison, ma’am. We’re investigating the death of Gretchen Mallory who lived across the road. Did you know her?’
Akiko looks at the photo and shakes her head.
‘Did you notice anything unusual yesterday?’
‘There was this guy, not a regular, came in about six o’clock and had a long black. I remember him because he was stingy skeeby. I hassled him about it but he just gave me this creepy grin and left,’ says Akiko.
Later, Constable Morrison is watching the cafe’s security footage. At 6:10pm Luke the Duke walks in and orders a long black. ‘Gotcha Lukey boy.’
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
One who leaves a tip and then hangs around to see what kind of reaction it gets.
Confused by the dish put in front of you, because it doesn’t look anything like the description in the menu.