Occasional Short Fiction

We've decided to post up the odd story.

Coffee, Jazz, Whiskey, Sex

By Neil Griffiths

“I play the drums.”

She was waiting to order coffee. She wasn’t aware that she’d spoken to him, although she’d been looking in his direction and wondering who he was and whether he might work nearby. But asking him a question, specifically “What do you do?”, which she supposed must have, given his response – no,…