Sunday, September 25, 2016

Short Story


I was walking down the street when I saw a coffee shop. I really wanted coffee so I went to get some from the coffee shop. I find a long snaking line out the door of the coffee shop. I really don’t know if I want coffee anymore. I still do and I get my rich dark roasted coffee. I sit down at a coffee table. I wonder where they got the name coffee table from. The chair is just a dark wood, maybe maple or oak. I don’t really know my woods very well. I drink my coffee slow and meticulously. I walk out and get on with my day.

4 comments:

  1. great story this is something that I can relate to.

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  2. I can relate to this story. I've seen the same type of line at the Starbuck's in the mall. It's weird.

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  3. This was a very entertaining story. I have never had coffee, but I understand the struggle with long lines to get food.

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  4. This is phenomenal, so relatable too.

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