Side Chick Like 1 Twitter David O'Sullivan Follow Oct. 10, 2016, 4:56 p.m. in Creative Views: 674 Like us on facebook Sitting in the city café A woman near the window starts crying. Her friend goes to stand up, A look of disgust across her face. “He told me I’m his side chick,” The crying woman says Before the other one leaves. I watch her out the window As she walks away down the street The other woman- the side chick- cries for a while and then leaves as well. I wonder what a side chick is. The waitress comes and stands beside me I realise I’m the only one left in the café. “They didn’t leave any money,” The woman says. I look up at her, She is old, with lines on her face But still pretty. Her arm is a sleeve of tattoos, and a tear is tattooed on her cheek. I start to ask her what a side chick is But I change my mind and give her twenty dollars. She talks to me a bit longer, About the people, she sees every day. I tell her to keep the change, and she smiles. Published by David O'Sullivan Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative Best Friends - A Short Story Creative Mark & Jamie Creative Ms. Harrison's New Patient.