Coffee Cup

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by an Imaginarium One Word Prompt.

Submitted: August 18, 2017

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Coffee Cup

The clock beside your bed sounds out it’s alarm. How did those night hours go so quickly. You’re pretty certain you only climbed under the covers a couple of hours ago, yet that damn alarm is telling you you’ve been there the full eight.

Just a few more minutes. It can’t hurt, can it? But you turned it off, didn’t press snooze, and a couple of minutes has turned in to half an hour and now you’re left cursing your laziness. You are now most definitely late!

Cold water comes out of your shower. It wakes you up but is not what you wanted. It’s iciness makes you gasp, flinch. The boiler is playing up again and your day has just got worse.

Shivering, blue, you pull on your clothes. You’ll pile on the layers for now and when your body has recovered from that hypothermia-inducing shower you can easily remove something.

No time for breakfast but you know you simply cannot function without coffee. Grabbing your coat you head out of the door; you’ll pop in to the coffee house, get one to go. For once there is not a queue and you give the girl your order. And she pours it out, puts the lid on the cup and smiles.

You’re the lucky one today!”

I look at her quizzically. I’ve not seen any signs of that so far.

The cup! Read what it says!”

And in spite of my scepticism, I just can’t help smiling back.


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