The Uncommons: A Short Story

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The painful, dizzy sensation Leon felt when he tried to get up had slowly dissipated, and his head felt less throbby and his ears less ringy. The world had stopped shifting and swirling before his eyes, and so, he willed himself up and out of the pot of petunias. Leon looked up and saw that sun was already quite high in the sky. It must be ten or eleven, he thought and reached into his back pants pocket. There was no phone, as he suspected. Leon never had his phone on him after one of these incidents, or his keys, or his wallet. And so, he often had a difficult time getting back home and into his apartment. It was as if someone didn’t want him to be at home at all and had perhaps transported him sometime in the night by levitation to whatever his strange destination happened to be; only, Leon had the uncanny …show more content…

He was supposed to be at work three hours ago at The Uncommons, a weird coffee shop-library-game store hybrid in Greenwich Village, where he was a barista. Leon normally detested being late, but ever since the incidents started happening, he was less inclined to feel anxious about being late or missing things entirely. Additionally, his shifts would always be mysteriously covered until his arrival, in advance, as if whatever was messing with his life was always one step ahead of him, or perhaps just oddly courteous. Whenever Leon confronted his co-workers about the shifts, many of them blankly stated that he had called in the day before, or had worked it out with them weeks ago, or Leon, himself, had been there the entire time. All of these explanations were of course, disturbing and baffling to Leon, but none more so than the confessions that Leon had not not seemed to have missed work at all. Often, after those such pleas were given, Leon would find his phone or his keys already in his assigned cubby, regardless if he remembered putting them there or

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