A New Option

Some very kind and helpful folks have set up a new daily prompt hosted on Word Press!  I’m most thankful for those who are able and willing to  moderate and maintain this site.

So today’s prompt is:

Ragtag Daily Prompt of the day : Ragabash

Ragabash : scoundrel, ragamuffin, idle worthless fellow, shiftless disreputable person.  Mass noun: rabble or riff-raff



He sat in the corner cafe every morning, puffing on his Marlboro (this was back in the days before smoking was prohibited nearly everywhere) and nursing a lone cup of coffee.  Pete was always the first one there.

Gradually, others filtered in. They were often single, divorce, or widowed older men who came to the cafe for companionship and the best cinnamon rolls in the world.  Well, at least in their world.

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They all dressed similarly in puffy vests, often camo, and caps that held hunting licenses or fishing lures. They wore neon orange or black and red checked woolen jackets. They clomped in wearing heavy boots that could take them out in the woods or into shallow rivers.

They drove up in pickup trucks, beat-up station wagons, or ancient sedans.

Gathering one by one around the table, they ordered coffee from the tolerant waitress who was used to their teasing and offers of marriage. Someone always offered to buy Pete his coffee and breakfast. They all knew his situation, and it never occurred to any of them that he might be taking advantage of their kindness.  It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. It’s just what they did.

They always sat back in a corner, and no one who wasn’t a part of their group ever tried to sit with them. People passing by would nod, or touch their hat brims, but that was all.

Millie, who owned the cafe, would sometimes snort her disapproval as they all filed out like a bunch of elderly school boys, giving her a two-finger wave as they left their money by the cash register.

“Bunch of ragabash old coots,” she would mutter.  But she loved them all.  They always got her first tray of fresh-from-the-oven cinnamon rolls.




6 thoughts on “A New Option

  1. I love this. Reminded me a group of older men who had breakfast at the same little café my husband and I went to every Saturday morning. Sadly the café changed owners (twice) and then closed. I wonder where those ragabash old coots go now.

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    1. I hope they’ve found another refuge. My Grandma Millie had a cafe like this, and her recipe for cinnamon rolls has passed from her to my mom to me to my daughter. . . . .keeping it in the family .

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