#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2019-03-01

If we were having coffee, we would be drinking some fresh brewed Seattle’s Best coffee and listening to Jimmy Buffett. Tonight’s set is getting going with ‘A Pirate Looks at 40.’ Jimmy and I both have put that one astern and that’s alright. Beats the alternative they say.

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#FridayFictioneers – It’s All In The Bread


PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

“Best sandwiches this side of the state. No, the country. Maybe the world.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s the bread… That’s right, the bread. Fresh baked every morning, it makes the sandwich.”

“Bread does not make a sandwich.”

“No. And yes. Anybody can stuff fillers between two pieces of bread. Everyone has the same fillers off the same truck. The bread is the difference. People show up for the bread.”

“You are passionate about this bread.”

“Just wait, and you’ll see. Here it is now.”

“Place looks closed.”

“No way! What happened?!”

“Don’t know. Maybe they quit making dough.”

WC: 97


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2019-02-24

If we were having coffee, we would be enjoying a little iced coffee as we creep ever so close to having to head off to bed so as to not struggle all day tomorrow. As a matter of fact, many people tell me that I’m crazy to drink coffee this late, but it has never effected my sleep, so I’ll keep on keeping on, I think. If the caffeine will keep you up, we can probably find something a little less stimulating.

We are listening to some music, not playing loud enough to interrupt the conversation, but loud enough to hear. Right now, Alanis is asking if we are still mad? I’m not, but I can appreciate her asking.

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#FridayFictioneers – Unfaded Flower


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

New flowers lay by the vase that held wilted predecessors. They, so fresh and vibrant, would fade as well.

Her love, like the flowers, bold and beautiful, faded away.

She the flower; he the soil. Each a part to play. Each needing the other, then no more. Another passed, plucked her up.

Oh, for an unfaded flower. An undiminished love.

He turned the bottle up, made bubbles in the amber. The old revolver’s chamber spun. He slammed it home and squeezed the trigger.

Click.

WC: 84


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2019-02-16

If we were having coffee, I’d offer you something nice to drink. I have coffee, tea, and perhaps a few other things that may suit you. Let’s see what we can rustle up. I’m having coffee myself. Left-over from this morning, but microwaved to boiling so it’s all good. If you help me finish off this old pot, we can put on a new one.

Now that we’re all settled, we can relax a bit, talk, and listen to a bit of music. I’ve got Jimmy Buffett playing “He Went to Paris” right now and after that, who knows? I like my Jimmy Buffett. Maybe it’s the sound and feel of the islands, where the weather suits my clothes, if I can borrow that phrase from the man himself. In these winter months, it’s nice to think of the tropics and times when it was not so cold.

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#FridayFictioneers – Entity of Cold


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Tommy’s coffee was not enough to stop the shivers. This winter is ridiculous. How much can I take?

Inside, even shielded from the cutting wind, the cold was there, a living entity, seeping from the brick and mortar into him as he walked to his apartment.

The cold greeted him in his apartment. The radiator sat wrapped in cold against the wall, too stubborn to light. Too cold.

He walked to the window. Slid it open. Why not? Climbing onto the ledge, the wind cut his dry, chapped skin, but it wasn’t satisfied. It slid around his back and pushed.

Why fight it?


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#WeekendCoffeeShare 2019-02-08

If we were having coffee, we would be sitting here in the near dark with naught but the light of the computer screen and lava lamp. Willie Nelson is playing all his greatest hits for us, and there is a fresh pot of coffee just in the kitchen there. Won’t you help yourself to a cup or maybe a bit of tea if you would rather?

It’s been a pretty good week as writing goes. Work was a bit slower, the weather was a lot better, and on the whole, I had some time and energy at the end of most days to devote to it. Not always a lot of time, but I like to get a little done everyday if possible.

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