George sipped his coffee while reading the latest draft not realizing it had gone tepid. He winced. Probably for the best. That cup marked the last of pot number two, and his nerves were standing on end. Sleep would never come. Tomorrow would be misery.
Pushing the cup away, he reached instead for a glass. One made for his “other” favorite liquid.
Wine flowed around the smooth curl of the glass. Red essence crashed into itself, crimson waves breaking on an ocean shore.
He sipped and read and felt his jangled nerves untangle. Perhaps sleep would come tonight after all.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that things are getting crazy around here. I’d have to do it at a distance of course, because all I know is that I need to wash my hands and keep my distance. You probably should too!
So it’s probably a good thing that this weekend share is a virtual thing after all. Sigh…
If we were having coffee, I would point you in the direction of the mostly full pot of good Seattle’s Best atop the counter and ask you to please help yourself. “Fresh brewed this morning,” I’d say while setting some music up. Alanis this morning sounds good. Surely such an offer you would find hard to refuse, but there is also tea around here somewhere, along with apple cider, and perhaps one or two other things that may pass as a morning drinkable beverage.
Liam crunched into the apple. Juice ran from the corners of his mouth and stuck in the bit of stubble he called a goatee. “That is so good.” He sat hard on the curb outside the store, held the apple high, and marveled. “I think I’ve found it.”
Emma shouldered her pack. “Congratulations. It’s an apple. You ready? We’ve got miles to go yet.”
“No listen. I read about this fruitarian diet and…” Crunch. “It could be for me.”
“That’s fine. Will’s grilling burgers tonight though.” Emma began walking.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you what a busy work week it was, express my thankfulness that Saturday is finally here, show you my brand spanking new coffee pot, and offer you a fresh brewed cup from it! Once we had our cups filled with delicious brew, I’d wish you a very happy Leap Day on this February 29th!
If we were having coffee, we would be in the car again, looking for that next cup of Joe, whether it be at a roadside coffee shop or when we get home. Only time will tell on that front. As for now, we have water to hold us over if we get too thirsty.
“Just pick one already?” Josh said. “The game’s on soon.” They walked back through the gallery yet again.
Cindy shrugged. “I like them both. What do you think?”
“I’ll go with whichever’s cheaper.”
Cindy rolled her eyes before cutting him a look. “Men,” she mumbled as they neared the painting she was leaning toward. A red barn set beneath a blue sky on a field of green. It conjured memories she thought lost to her, causing tears to well in her eyes. “This one.”
Josh flipped the paper slip up to check the price. He thought he may cry also.