Story 80 of 100
7 min readMay 6, 2023
Not All Heroes Wear Capes
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Fletcher,” I answered.
“What kind of a name is ‘Fletcher’ for a fry cook at a diner? It’s a name of a frat boy … or a private investigator,” she said.
She had been giving me giving me grief since she came into the diner about 30 minutes ago, and ordered a full country breakfast. She…