#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-02-16

if we were having coffee, we’d be in the car and I’d promise that we would stop at Starbucks in a bit.  Once there, we can do this thing properly, with drinks, hot or cold, and all the glorious smells of brewing coffee that come with it.

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-02-07

If we were having coffee, I’d say “Happy Friday to ya,” and we could sit around, sipping hot beverages and expounding on how great it is that the weekend is here. Tonight, I’m having a little bit of apple cider since I’ve already had quite a bit of coffee today, but no worries, I can hook you right up with a cup. Only takes a couple of minutes to brew a pot and we’ll be in business. There are other things as well. Hot cocoa, tea, and what-have-you. I’m sure we can come up with something.

Music from the Gin Blossoms is playing as we sip our drinks, Super Girl is playing now. It’s a live album and it’s on random, so who knows what’s next. If we don’t like it, we’ll skip ahead.

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#FridayFictioneers – Left and Right

PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén

The down side didn’t work. I wondered why but kept silent.

There were men with guns. Hard looking men. They didn’t seem the talking type.

Surely there would be someone on the upper level to explain. We were citizens and as such, deserved an explanation.

The escalator carried us up to where we slotted into lines. More hard-eyed, gun carrying men lined the walls.

Haz-mat suited figures scanned those at the head of the lines. They parted the subjects left and right.

A man screamed and ran. A dozen rifles appeared before him. He wept and parted to the left.

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-01-31

If we were having coffee on this last evening of January, I’d be having hot chocolate. It’s a nasty day out, cold and rainy, and I’m happy that you could stop by for a chat and get out of all that mess for a bit.

Can I get you a coffee, hot chocolate, or perhaps some hot apple cider. With this weather, I’m pretty sure something hot is the way to go. Once we get the drinks all sorted, we can listen to the rain fall on the roof and be thankful for blankets, warm beverages, and heat pumps.

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#FridayFictioneers – Red on White

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The snow had quit. The wind had not. It howled, driving temperatures below zero. Martin followed the tracks, wondering if his thick gloved finger would fit inside the trigger guard of his Glock.

The body lay just outside the halo of light from the park lamp. What was left was half buried in snow dyed red with its own blood.

“Oh dear God,” Martin gasped.

Flashlight beams trembled over the red covered white, tracing the line of tracks to the edge of the forest.

A howl rose on the wind.

Martin shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.

WC: 100


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – 2020-01-24

If we were having coffee, we would be sipping some fresh brewed Starbucks Christmas Blend and relaxing with a little Jimmy Buffet on this nice Friday night. There’s also a bit of tea if you’d rather that and we could break out the Nilla Wafers for a snack if you’d like.

How is that Nilla Wafer? It had been forever since I had one of those not in banana pudding, but there’s a series of books I’m reading (The Joe Ledger series of novels by Jonathan Maberry) and one of the main characters has a thing for Nilla Wafers and after four books, I had to have some. They are good. I can see why Mr. Church likes them so much. I always did say that the best part of banana pudding was the cookies anyway, so I don’t guess I should be surprised.

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#FridayFictioneers – All of the Taste

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Sammy knew what he had to do. It wouldn’t be easy, but if he could mange, it would be worth it. He hoped it would anyway.

He pulled in a deep, steadying breath and went for it, peeling the plastic from the tray and attacking the contents. All the nutrition he needed and no taste. It all went down with hardly a chew. Hardly a taste.

“Very good,” his mom said smiling. “Slow down for dessert. You don’t want brain-freeze.”

She needn’t have worried. He would savor this. His favorite with none of the nutrients and all of the taste.


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