There is a story in my morning
coffee, although sometimes the flavor of it gets lost as it rises from the
surface, blending with the heat. Blowing
on it only tends to alter the punctuation, occasionally sending tenses to the bottom
of the mug. Is this a flashback or are
these simply coffee grounds?
If I find the first sip to be a
little bitter, I’ll back off, start more slowly, like - once upon a time. Otherwise, I will just jump right into the
action, increasing the volume of the ticking wall clock, as the stranger at the
poker table grins slightly, sliding yet another stack of chips into the
pot. The surface tension suddenly
becomes noticeable.
Too much. This has a dark roast feel to it. I don’t like it. “What’s your name, stranger?”
“Mr. Coffee.”
As you can see, sometimes I add a little sugar.
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