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“Monday Morning Coffee” has been with me since I was sixteen. A local boy with schizophrenia wandered away from his family at a large outdoor event. Several days later, he was found, deceased.
From that story came this one – the connection might not be clear to anyone but me – but it’s there.
Rose is at work on a Monday morning, contemplating Jeremy and the nature of her own humanity – or perhaps, lack thereof…
Like a Promise
I’m like her, here – the nameless, faceless Very Tame Dragon in her lair, seldom surfacing, seldom seen.
I read the letter again, focusing on what it says about that thorny hundred dollar bill:
“The money, I leave you as a gift; do with it what you will. I have less need of it than you might suspect.”
This week stretches ahead, suddenly alive with possibility. Jeremy’s money sits on my bare desk like a promise. Maybe I’ll find a pretty blotter – I loved those as a little girl.
What will Rose do with the money Jeremy gave her?
Where did that money come from?
Can she learn to embrace her own humanity?
“Monday Morning Coffee” was originally published in the 2015 edition of World Unknown Review. Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my initial self-published offering.
I was away much of last week, and never quite got to the point of pulling together an #8sunday post. My husband and I spent four days in Maine – a mini-romantic getaway that was the first one we’ve had since we became parents a little over 16 years ago.
Now I’m back, recharged and ready for new challenges – like NaNoWriMo!