Free Short Stories for you to read

Kenny starts his day just like everybody else, he wakes up, he uses the toilet, brushes his teeth, has a wash, and gets dressed. Then he makes his way downstairs where his mother has made him breakfast, it is not unusual for a man in his thirties to still live with his mother, he also spends some nights at his boyfriends. Kenny enjoyed his time with both his mom and Ben. He finished his breakfast and washed his dish, he dried it and put it back in the press his mom hated when he left dishes out on the draining board. He kissed his mom on the forehead and walked to work.

Kenny worked in a chemist, he stacked shelves and took in deliveries and kept the storeroom in order, the manager called him shortstop but not in a mean way, he was 5ft 1 so he was aware he was small in stature, everybody who worked there liked him, he was a likable guy. He started at 9am and finished at 4pm. He had an hour lunch and a fifteen-minute brake. During his brake he would walk around the shopping centre that the chemist was located in. For his lunch he usually met up with Ben and grabbed something to eat.

The little space in between the arm of the sofa and the seat, that’s what he had been looking at, he could not remember what he had been looking for. Why he was standing in the garden he had no idea, one of the neighbor’s had waved to him and he lifted his hand to wave back to see the remote control in his hand, he lowered it and looked out from his garden then he looked back down at himself. He was wearing a shirt and shorts, his hairy legs spouting out of the shorts capped off with his slippers. 

He turned to walk back inside and there was a woman standing behind him “okay Mick will we head out for a walk?”

“what? Who are you? I am not going walking in slippers, what type of man wears slippers to go walking”

“alright let’s go back inside and change into your shoes then”

She put her arm around his shoulders and led him back inside, he wondered to himself who she was and why he was letting her lead him inside.

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