His stealthy steps moved by degrees to silence his noise. He caught the slipping sweat onto his shoulder and doused the fabric of his clothes. He curled up into fetal position in a corner. Nobody saw him as they walked by. He swirled whipped cream into his coffee while scribbling about fire raining down from beautiful women’s eyes.


3 comments so far

  1. Diana Evans on

    oh perfect….I could go for some coffee right about now….

  2. DebraAnn on

    Great imagery!

  3. Crafty Green Poet on

    the last sentence particualrly is excellent, capturing the ordinary gestures that often accompany the writign process, not to mention the mid being somewhere else entirely

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