The Coffee Pot

“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. My picture is up there so many times it’s starting to look like wallpaper. Do you think I should sell my face as…

She spotted her date sitting at the counter. He had thick-framed black glasses, dark curly hair, and a green corduroy jacket. A white mug…

“What do I like most? The people, I suppose. I enjoy talking to people and learning about their lives, what they enjoy. You’re treated to a…

Mark stood by the printer. As he waited for the documents for Sherry to sign, he couldn’t help but glance over at her as she sipped her hot…

Mark pulled at his shirt collar as he drove. He felt nervous. Why? He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while sitting at a stop…

Sherry glanced over at Mark as he drove through the parking garage. He had a clean shaven face and short dark hair. If she had to guess…

Mark rolled his eyes. Jerry’s phone rang throughout the day. Another sale, most likely.

It was just as well. Mark had no desire of being on the wall. Why would he want his smile on display for everyone to see?

“Why don’t you go over there and knock on the door?” asked Robert. He placed a baby bottle on the counter and grabbed another soiled one to…

Best seats in the house

“You girls all moved away before I could tell it,” replied her mother. “Now, about your fairytale. How do you want your story to go?”

Where’s the REAL coffee?

Sometimes the best thing to do is take in the scenery. In retrospect.

“You were kids back then,” replied Melany. “Besides, even when they’re older. You can’t always expect a guy to make the first move. Did you…

When they exited the coffee shop, Mary laughed at the spectacle taking place in her car. Her sister, from the looks of it, had tried to…

Who was supposed to order more?

Mary’s eyes grew wide. She turned to her sister and raised both eyebrows. Melany shrugged and put her hands out at her sides.

Are you free to talk around noon?

Her father, who hadn’t spoken a word since sitting down at the table, was hiding behind the local paper. Mary could see an article about…

Check your inbox.

“We’re never able to get anything past you,” said Melany, emerging from the dining room. “Who was that guy you were talking to in the…

What time is it? No idea.

The car ride consisted of 90s pop music as Mary tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. Would her sisters already be there when she…

“I’m sorry. Bridgette mentioned she’d let you know, I mean, if you asked. With traffic, I thought it best to get on the road as soon as…