Claire Bledsoe
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Samuel's Story
Noah looked down at his watch, “Only 30 more minutes” he thought to himself as he restocked coffee cups for the next day’s morning crew. At the sound of the door chimes knocking together, he looked up to see his regular customer stepping inside. He was a homeless man, with kind eyes who stuck to his routine. Every evening at 5 O’clock he came into the shop to order some chamomile tea and enjoy the warmth of the indoors before braving another night sleeping in the subway. “Chamomile tea for you today?” Noah asked the homeless man. He nodded in response; He was a man of few words. In a matter of seconds, in what seemed like a single swift move behind the counter, Noah produced a steaming cup of tea for the small sum of $1.50. The homeless man reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. “Thank you” he said and was about to walk away but then turned back and asked Noah “What are your plans?” “For tonight? Uh, I’ll probably just head home, maybe watch some TV” Again, the homeless man just nodded before turning around and heading towards his usual table by the window.
By Claire Bledsoe3 years ago in Humans