The school nurse left Mrs. Mendall’s classroom with both mouth and eyes running. Worried and teary, she rambled on, around, and beside the point

Reading Life through the Greatest of Books
The school nurse left Mrs. Mendall’s classroom with both mouth and eyes running. Worried and teary, she rambled on, around, and beside the point
The alarm sounded unexpectedly, but the students filed outside, holding their ears or shouting, unfazed, across the hallways to friends from other classes. They
Eight weeks into the semester, Mrs. Mendall entered to find her students clustered once more around the CM2029. Bethany was at the heart of
Mrs. Mendall filled another cup with lukewarm coffee and exhaled heavily. The hours on her feet were not as kind as they once had been,
Dear Reader, I began writing this story when I was sixteen. I had something important to say, but could not think of any better way
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.”