A couple days after Christmas I finally went back to the Café.
Our Café.
And I sat alone in a booth.
Our booth.
I ordered myself a black coffee, and the waitress had a look in her eye as to say, where's your companion? But I just stared down at the table with a gleaming plastic surface until she finally turned away.
I saw a flash of yellow down the street, and I thought it was you.
But it was just a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, and I couldn't help but think that it could have been you either way.
You're the sun to me.
My coffee was placed on the table.
Black. With a side of cream.
I ignored it and downed the whole cup.
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Nicotine
Short StoryAbout a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.
