The End of the Affair

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Story about being unable to truly grasp a situation and immature behaviour.

Submitted: May 08, 2019

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The End of the Affair

Today, I was a minute early at the coffee machine. I love being there early, so I can see Brenda, the object of what I call my coffee affair, approach the niche in the corridor. She always makes my heart jump. When Brenda walked up to the coffee machine, she looked spectacular in her red dress and high heels.
‘I’ve got some news,’ Brenda said with a big smile. ‘I’m getting married. Duke has proposed. At last,’ she added.
‘Good for you,’ I said rather coldly and gave her a wan smile.
Seeing I had not got myself any coffee yet, Brenda walked over to the coffee machine. ‘Let me get it for you. No sugar,’ she said and pressed the right button for the way I like my coffee.
I watched the hot liquid flow into the cup, while the machine seemed to grunt contently. I used to love that sound, but now it sounded as if the stupid thing mocked me. With a dull click, it switched off. Brenda gingerly handed me the steaming plastic cup.
‘Careful,’ she said.
As If you really care, I thought.
‘I’ve got some news too.’ It came out of the blue.
‘Great,’ Brenda said and smiled.
‘No, it isn’t. My doctor told me to lay-off the coffee. I won’t be here anymore for these coffee breaks.’
‘What a shame,’ Brenda said before she took the first sip from her own coffee. Then there was an awkward silence and we drank our coffees.
After finishing hers, Brenda crumpled up the cup and threw it into the trashcan.
‘See you around,’ she simply said and turned around to go back to her own office.
‘Sure,’ I answered lamely and watched her walk away. Good legs, I thought. Then it hit me. What would I drink on those future breaks? A bit panicky I realized she had made me a coffee addict. The future looked glum. I don’t like tea, and I simply hate water.

 


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