Is “Coffee Shop Quirky” a legitimate literary genre? If it isn’t, then it ought to be, as that seems to be my niche. In honor of this most revered holiday, National Coffee Day, I would love to share an old short story of mine that celebrates the creative relationship between draughts and drafts, caffeination and imagination. After all, “A steaming beverage is often the friendliest of muses.”
I feel I should offer a few disclaimers before you read the following story: I do not drink, but apparently the narrator does. I love
The irony is that I was unable to write this story for several months due to the demands of the everyday… enjoy! 😉 Unravel
“Are you waiting for someone, miss?” “Yes.” “Would you prefer to sit in the waiting room?” “No thank you.” She had
Their forks clicked in unison against the empty plates as they set them down, finished. The utensils were not the only things that had clicked.