The Standalones

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ken Preston

22 June 2024

Silhouette of a rock band against a spotlight and the words The Standalones

No matter what time of day Ratzo turned up at Mac’s Cafe, the place was always bustling with customers. That was the way he liked it, though. There was a tiny table stuffed into a corner at the back of the cafe, just big enough for one person to sit at, and it suited him down to the ground. Ratzo didn’t have any friends, so sitting at a table for one was perfect. Why would he want to share a table with someone else?

And yet, sometimes Ratzo found himself wishing he had at least one friend, and maybe even a girlfriend. Yeah, a girlfriend would be nice. Ratzo had never had a girlfriend, and never any friends, to be honest. He’d always been a loner. Most of the time, he preferred it that way.

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