Cold Coffee
Frank Kowalski sat at the kitchen table with a cup of instant coffee. The coffee was cold, a thin film on the surface. He did not drink it. One hundred and eightieth day of unemployment. Relief checks covered rent and electricity. His daughter Emily called last week, said she wanted to move to New York. "Dad, I'm not saying goodbye. I'm just telling you." "Okay," Frank said. He hung up and...
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