Pockets - A Flash Fiction

Paul “Pockets” Paterson always wore cargo pants. Not always the same pair, mind you; when he grew out of one pair, he would buy another. Over his life, his pants earned him a lot of nicknames: “Es-Cargo,” “Hobo,” “Po’ Boy,” etc. In college, he started introducing himself as “Pockets.” In order to help solidify the pseudonym, he started carrying around an assortment of articles at all times: pens, pencils, paper, pocket-knives, paste, etc. One day in his senior year, Pockets was going on his first date. He decided, just this once, to wear some nice slacks, to seem less of a loser. He put his pants and their packed pockets aside. While walking through an alleyway on the way to the bus station, he was confronted by a mugger. Pockets had no cash in his wallet. Frustrated, the mugger became violent. Pockets had no means of defense, so the mugger stabbed him in the heart. Pockets didn’t make it to his date. 

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