It’s Just “Ok”…

He sighs as he unlocks the deadbolt to his studio apartment, sets down his briefcase, and tosses his damp umbrella onto the boot tray, not bothering to remove his shoes and perfectly aware of the wet tracks he’s leaving behind him as he makes his way to the kitchenette. It’s been a long day.

Wearily, he reaches for the coffee grinder, pulls the small baggie out of his back pocket and empties the contents into the small appliance. As the little machine whirs to life he hits the power button on his keurig and grabs the reusable k-cup filter out of the single kitchenette cabinet.

As he closes the cabinet door he stops mid swing, considers his addled pantry and unceremoniously grabs the pumpkin pie spice.

He scoops the contents of the bean grinder into the reusable k-cup, careful not to pack it too tight, and tops it off with a sprinkle of the pumpkin spice. He pops the filter into the keurig, brings the handle down with a satisfying thunk and hits the 10oz button.

He leans over the coffee maker to take in the aroma and enjoy the warmth of the steam as the red liquid fills the cup. He takes his mug out of the appliance and adds a small spoonful of sugar and a splash of cream. Frowning, he notices a tiny bit of flesh surfacing in the now salmon colored brew as he stirs. He fishes it out with his spoon, and flings it into the sink.

Satisfied with the state of his beverage, he blows the steam away from the rim of the mug and takes a tentative sip, so as not to burn his tongue. Smiling he takes another, bigger sip and shrugs.

He sets the mug down to let his drink cool a bit more as he washes the rest of her pulverized flesh out of the coffee grinder & K-cup filter.

He sets them down on the dish towel to dry, picks up his mug and takes a larger sip of his drink, tasting and savoring the flavors as he muses “It’s good… but I still don’t get what all the pumpkin spice hype is about”