“Customer” by Richard F. Yates

A man walks into a coffee shop. He purchases a hot beverage, waits fidgeting for it to be made, takes it from the barrister, and then walks quickly out the door. None of the people in the coffee shop realize how close they just came to death.

—Richard F. Yates

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About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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