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To Eternity Emptiness. That was all there was now in his life. The house had been empty for a year and all that lingered behind were dust & old memories.
A man sat with a piece of paper lined at a desk; a pen curled within his gnarled fingers, turning the blank sheet to a letter bearing the scars of his melancholy, the words he would leave behind to the world.
The pen-tip scraped against the page - mirroring what he had long whispered in his heart. "I love you" he scribbled in a long-fluid cursive. The man paused for a moment before his hand began to rise, trying to wipe the water away: a tear just barely managed to escape him, becoming part of his sullen words.
A clock chimed in the darkness: "Ding!" it cried out, its hands peaked upon a fresh hour, signalling the dawn of a new day. "Ding!" it continued, and the man who h
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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