This is a WhitechapelDBFC Shirt Fiction Short Story I wrote, based on myself and my fiancee who has been a huge part of my healing process. It’s kind of long, but hopefully inspirational. It won 3rd prize in a Fiction contest for The Traveler Literary Magazine and will be published this April. Redemption By Andrew R Jones We sit on opposite sides of a table in a back corner booth.
Mom makes her way over with the diner’s famous apple pie. Where in a WhitechapelDBFC Shirt the hell you been Aaron, and what’s with that awful whiskey smell all over you? You look like you haven’t bathed in weeks. You’re not looking so hot yourself. You come down with a fever? It’s nothing. I’m fine, says the little old Mexican woman as she walks away.
Mom isn’t really my mom. I’ve been coming here a WhitechapelDBFC Shirt since I was a teenager and even then, it seemed she had been a midnight waitress forever. I’m convinced the tips I’ve left over the years put her daughter through college. She smelled of her usual generic perfume and the red-framed glasses covered half of her face. Her step is a bit slower and more strained than usual. She coughs hard and immediately washes her hands behind the counter. I can’t help but notice that something isn’t right with her.