Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams
Writing Fiction and Running Miles! That goes together, right?
If we were having coffee, we would be sipping on a nice brew of Charleston Coffee Company beans that I ground earlier today, there would music playing low (Miranda Lambert singing Famous in a Small Town at the moment), and we would be sitting in my messy little writing space.
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Sarah stacked the bills neatly atop the desk before calling her employees.
“Hello. Yes. We’re allowed to open tomorrow. No. I’ll get everything ready. Just come in tomorrow.”
A dozen of the same calls later, she made her way to the dining room
Oh the memories.
She worked through the night. With every place setting perfect except the lack of guest, she made to leave.
All was done, save one final deed. One switch wired just so by the back door. She flipped it on her way out.
Tears streamed down her face as her dreams went up in flames.
WC: 100
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.
WC: 100
Thin wisps of smoke climb from the trembling tip of Henry’s cigarette, up and up through fading shafts of evening light. He watches them go and dreams of joining them, lazily curling up, wafting away, free on the constant breeze that flows through the old building, making it the perfect place to fix.
Henry watched it go, visualized his own journey, drifting free among the clouds and picked up his belt. His hand steadied the moment he bit down on leather, the vein stood out, and he plucked up the needle. It was time to make his dreams come true.
WC: 100
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