I have never once set foot in this building, I just needed to do something different today.
I enjoyed the way it smelled. The warm, tangy coffee beans filled up the whole room. It was warm, and dry. The opposite of what it was outside.
I wanted to change the way I feel.
I thought coffee was a small step, so that's what I did.
I got coffee.
Then I lost my coffee when I walked out the door, because someone bumped into me.
I just looked at the coffee spilling onto the street, mixing with the dirty rainwater, and going down the storm drain. Then I looked at the man who did it, and went straight home.
I couldn't do it, not right now.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
