Everything looks different in reflection. We forget the cold and rainy mornings for the sunny few. We forget the bitter dregs left in our coffeecup for the first aromatic sip.
Yet whenever I find myself brewing two cups of coffee I remember. Today will be just as bad as yesterday, and the day before. The veil of your letter shadows even the brightest sun.
There had been little signs, clouds on the horizon, ripples on the silent waters, but no thunderstorms, just fog of separation, just the bitterness of cold coffee.
It’s another day awake before I can dream again.
Another year, and time to break my silence a little with a 100 word story. On Monday dVerse opens again and I will try to write to as many prompts as possible.
Friday fictioneers is managed by Rochelle, and can attract up to 100 writers every week.
January 1, 2016