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- Herausgeber: Black Cat Weekly
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
With COVID rampant and mask-wearing mandatory, a rule-breaking restaurant patron learns just how far a business owner will go to protect his employees.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
SUPPLY CHAINS, by Andrew Welsh-Huggins
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Copyright © 2023 by Andrew Welsh-Huggins.
Original publication by Wildside Press, LLC.
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SUPPLY CHAINS,by Andrew Welsh-Huggins
Corrine braced herself as she approached the table. Five guys, bros all the way. All five wearing masks but three had them below the nose. She thought briefly of that meme making the rounds, the one that likened guys presenting masks like that to wearing tighty whities with their penises sticking out. She banished the image and tapped “new order” on her tablet.
“Hi-I’m-Corrine-I’ll-be-taking-care-of-you-today-can-I-get-you-started-with-some drinks?”
“Hey, Corrine.” Oversized Buckeyes Jersey Bro. Mask barely covering his upper lip. Dad bod, short black hair, that stubble thing on the parts of his cheeks that were visible. “First things first. Gotta see your face, sweetheart. Pretty girls get the tips.”
“Sorry, um, health code rules,” she said, face growing warm. “We have to keep them on.”
“Yeah, and I don’t have to tip, either. C’mon. You’re looking good from the neck down, that’s for sure.”
As the other bros snickered, Corrine—face now beet red—slipped the mask down and right back up.
“Well now, that’s more like it, Corrine,” Buckeyes Bro said, drawing out her name. “Looks like today’s your lucky day.”
Back at the drinks station, Corrine tried to slow her panicked breathing.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Shawn said.
“It’s nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like nothing.”
It took a prompt or two but Corrine finally related the interaction to the owner. “It’s no big deal, really.”
But what she was thinking was: Screw this job.
“Kenny,” Shawn barked. “Take over table three. It’s a live one. But gimme five minutes first.”
“You got it, boss.”
“It’s really okay,” Corrine said.
“It’s really not.”
Corrine watched in apprehension as Shawn approached the bros’ table. He wasn’t hard to miss. It’d be like missing an oak tree in a yard of shrubs.
“Listen up. Who’s the dickwad who just made my server lower her mask?”
Silence descended over the chatty five-some.
“You gonna tell me or do I have to break your arms one by one?”
The men laughed nervously but Shawn’s eyes stayed stony above his mask. At last, a skinny guy with thinning hair glanced around, looked at Buckeyes Bro, and said, “Nice going, Chip.”
“So you’re the big man picking on Corrine?”
“Easy pal. Just kidding around. No harm, no foul.”
Shawn walked around the table until he was standing directly behind Chip.
“I didn’t catch that.”
