Time is Money
by John D. Sperry
Walter Stanwick grabbed his usual newspaper and cup of coffee from the P&D Market on the corner of 53rd and Industrial. It was his routine. In Walter's world, consistency was the secret to a long life.
"I'm sorry, sir, but you'll overdraw your account."
Walter looked up from the stand of creamers and additives to see the red-haired kid behind the counter having a difficult conversation with a haggard looking man with graying hair and a shabby coat.
"No! That can't be, I need it! Today!" replied the man, already slurring his speech at eight-forty-five in the morning. On the counter, Walter noticed a clear glass bottle of equally clear liquid. The label on the front verified what he had already concluded. Liquor.
"I don't have a choice, sir. You know what'll happen if you overdraw. That's serious business."
The man ran an unsteady hand through his hair and groaned desperately. He then gripped the lip of the counter top like he wanted to rip it up from its supports.
Walter stopped stirring his coffee to watch. That's when the man grabbed the bottle around the neck and dashed for the door.