What Happened to the Tips?

The last light-hearted story I attempted to write turned out to have wife-beating and kidnapping as key features. So, today I have paid particular attention to making a feel-good story for Christmas. The picture that inspired the story was provided by Roger Bultot and posted, as usual, by our fairy blog mother, Rochelle. Thank you both.

Everyone declared Lizzie the best dang gal they’d ever met.
Best gal. Worst gal. Lizzie didn’t care what they called her.
She always worked hard: serving coffee, wiping tables, taking guff.
The townspeople were poor, so she never expected tips
but not one goll durn patron left a tip for over 5 months.
How’s she gonna’ get by?
Those quarters were Lizzie’s bus money. Shoot.
She’d been walkin’ to the diner for a month.
Lizzie flipped the lights. Locked up.
Outside sat a good-looking used car
festooned with balloons.
The tag dangling from the longest string read,
“Merry Christmas! Lizzie-Girl!”

 

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