Coffee

Magical realism in a coffee cup

 

The bakery called to her after her strenuous morning workout. She went to have coffee surrounded by others so that she wouldn’t cry causing the heavily-sugared coffee to bubble.  She sat with her croissant and latte dreaming of what was next. Around-the-world sailing? She couldn’t swim, though.  A rollercoaster ride for cheap thrills? She got motion-sickness, though.  A book to write? She was blocked, though.

FF_jean hays coffee_in_mirror_02-1

 

She stared at the door and the steam from the painted coffee started wafting over to her. She could taste it as it seeped into her pores. She was going to fly high above, soar and be one with the universe. She was ready to step up.

 

1 reply »

I welcome your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s