Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!
It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all!
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As I type this on Friday night, I have to confess – I still haven’t visited any of my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors.* hangs head in shame * On the other hand, I am pulling this post together on Friday, at 8:30pm, rather than at 11:30pm on Saturday, so that’s something.
And, once it’s done, I’ll be answering comments, and making visits. Really. =)
In other news, my Accomplice has a new job, and has spent the week learning a new menu and moving forward in his small business plans – he’s getting close to finishing all the administrative details needed to launch his hot sauce business….if deliciously flavorful sauces are your thing, keep your eyes on this website, because I’ll have links once everything’s legal.
But I don’t think you came for hot sauce today, so let’s get on with the real reason you stopped by:
“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local teenaged boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event, and, several days later, was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
A young commuter has offered her coffee to a poorly dressed man who seems reluctant to accept a gift he hasn’t paid for.
His Hands Grow Brave
“You’ll be doing me a favor, Jeremy.” I dare to wave the travel mug a little nearer, and he sniffs involuntarily. “My train will be here soon.”
His hands grow brave, and finally wrap around the mug, brushing my fingertips. His touch jolts me – it’s undeniably and indefinably male. He sighs, and studies my face, our hands still touching. I make certain that Jeremy’s grip is secure before releasing mine. Yes, that’s the reason – so that the mug won’t be dropped and the sweet drink wasted. Not because I don’t want to end this touching, however accidental.
Will Jeremy enjoy the coffee?
Will he insist on paying?
Will Rose make her train?
Any guesses you’d like to share?
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review, edited by L.S. Engler. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and add it as my own self-published library.