Fiction

The Wolf King

Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

I found a corner table in the small town coffee shop.

The coffee was dark and strong. Little farm towns took their coffee seriously.

I sat with my back to the wall and kept my eyes on the door. Every fifteen minutes or so a customer would walk in. They would be greeted by name. For a minute I was worried about sticking out too much, especially because of who I was supposed…