Friday Fictioneers – Closing Time

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Closing Time

by Miles H. Rost

“We’re locking up.”

The waitress teared up as we put on our jackets. I grabbed the last piece of biscuit on my way to the register.


I looked around at the reminiscent decor, all the things I loved that were on shelves just below the ceiling. I pulled a $100 out of my wallet, and gave it up.

“Are you sure…”
“Honey, this place gave me memories. Whatever isn’t for the bill, split it among you three.”

She finished ringing us up, smiling through it.

We walked out the door and saw her turn the sign to closed.


Nothing more.

It’s a common thing nowadays, the last person out tips the best. With the virus, you never know when you’ll have to go home.

9 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Closing Time

  1. This is a great story, Miles. You do a great job of portraying that bittersweet ending feeling. It’s too often the case these days, unfortunately. I hope you’re staying safe and healthy there.

  2. The restaurants where you can sit down and have a meal are rare and inbetween these days, that’s for sure. We did tip the waitress who brought our carry out out to the car from LaRosa’s this last week. I feel for them as I know how very much with a wage of $2.30 hr that they depend on tips.

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