Stories tagged “coffee shop”
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Moving parts
The coffee shop across the plaza had looked warm and inviting from her window. A pink and blue neon sign, that she’d not quite been able to make out hung in the steamed window, from which yellow light poured warmly onto the shiny, rain drenched c...
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Passing Notes
In the three weeks since she’d wandered into the coffee shop, she’d grown quite accustomed to the rhythms of the place. Breakfast and lunch were intense and the evenings ran on forever, it seemed. Regulars greeted her by name, and she was n...
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Concertos for a healing heart
LIVE GUITAR – WEDNESDAY NIGHTS The simple poster advertising her performances ended up stuck in the same corner of the coffee shop’s window as the job advert that had drawn her inside in the first place. Isaac had looked at her, quizzically...
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Singles Going Steady
A quiet jazz melody broke through the conversations that intertwined and became one loud, overbearing mumble of a noise that encased the interior of the coffee shop like a humid summer heat. The barista behind the counter, feeling a certain groove well...
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Bookmarks
Ruby got up and made her way to the condiment bar with her cup, and was soon doctoring the drink with sugar and cocoa powder. She took a preemptive sip and silently congratulated her efforts. Back at the table, she returned to the book, but soon found ...
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Daydreamery
Ruby sighed and sat for a moment, nursing her cold cup of coffee she had nestled in her hands. She stared blankly out the window, not at anything in particular. She was infamous for spacing out for lengthy amounts of time. Sometimes she would get to th...
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Reference Points
Ruby snapped out of her daydreams when the dull murmur of voices once again overtook the music. She looked down at the now empty cup of coffee cradled in her hands and noted how despite her mind drifting completely into other realms, she could still re...
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Sincerity?
The barista who had earlier turned up the stereo, had resigned to a break, and on his way, brought over a second cup of coffee for Ruby and one for himself, and seated himself next to her. “Hey Ruby, you look like you need some fuel,” he said with ...
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Small Talk
The barista stared out the window for a moment, gave a dramatic sigh to possibly ensue some sort of conversation with Ruby and then looked over at her expectantly. Ruby was not enthused in the slightest, but decided to humor him anyway. “So…how’s...
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An Important Moment
“Why’s that?” The barista said, looking over now at Ruby with a somewhat confused expression creeping up onto his face. “Because, people think that they can attempt to do something important, just like that, like they need some sort of validati...
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Across the Street
Neil tapped his pencil with growing aggression. It had been three months since he had written anything worth mention, and he was growing incredibly irksome. The cursor on the laptop screen blinked against a blank white surface of a hopeless attempt at ...
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Blame it on the Splenda
Neil sipped at the now room temperature brew and observed his surroundings for some hint of mild literary inspiration. He drifted almost immediately towards the large windows facing the street outside. On the opposite side of the street there was anoth...
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Horace and Ruddy: Friends Forever, Chapter 1
At four am, I sat alone in a coffee shop, barely able to see through the haze. It wasn’t cigarette smoke, indoor smoking had been banned years before, but my eyes, and the exhaustion. Still, I could see Horace pushing his way through the crowds. ...
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The Ficly Killer part 2
She smiled and doused her cigarette inside a half-empty paper cup. “No, really I don’t mind. You look harmless enough, but you really did scare the hell out of me. You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” “IR...
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The Ficly Killer part 3
I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she prepared the coffee machines. She disappeared behind the counter then moved around her work area like a puppet on a string. It was as if each movement was controlled by a puppeteer — like she wasn&...
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Because of Your Reviews!
“Wait, you’re that guy who won’t leave me alone. I don’t believe this crap. How did you find me?” “It wasn’t difficult,” I responded. “Your profile gave away the clues.” “Get the hell ou...
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Because of Your Ficly Reviews part 2
I touched the blade of my hunting knife to her neck, marveling at how splendid it looked against her pale skin. “Please! Why are you doing this?” she screamed, flailing about the ground, her body caked in layers of mud and moist leaves. “Because ...
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Artist
Nine panels is all you have decided you need to tell your story, outlined in light blue ink and forms barely beginning. A little bit like you. How will you be defined? How will you take shape, become whole? Some have doubted you, but the choice you hav...
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Time Flows Like a River...
The coffee shop was half full. College kids sat in singles and clumps, mostly studying but some were having nice, quiet conversations. It was a comfort that most were Asian and fulfilled stereotypes I held of them. Looking at Nathan over the edge of my...