This is actually part of the story of the previous post about coffee beans. I will see how this goes...
Love,
gasybeans ♥
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Introduction:
There was music playing outside, thumping its familiarly rapid beat as the town was enveloped by the gray clouds. The rain was refreshing, but it brought back sad memories and locked people inside.
The end of the cigarette bud glowed a dim red as each inhalation of toxins was taken. Deadly smoke began to fill the air of the empty coffee shop. All the other employees were already sent home.
A cup of black coffee was sitting on the small, round, graphite table in its special mug. The mug was a caramel color with an image of a tiger on it, abstract and beautiful. The amount of coffee in it was the same as it has been 10 minutes ago.
The two men sat facing each other, one puffing poisonous pollutants, the other tracing the familiar ring of the coffee mug. Both of them let out a heavy sigh. The green-eyed smoker looked at his friend with conflicting thoughts, trying to make sense of things he wish he could say. Frustrated with himself, he smothered the short cigarette bud and lit another from his pocket.
The bell of the door jingled softly behind them, but neither looked up. The footsteps began to approach them and a wheezing cough resonated to their ears.
“You shouldn’t do that, ya know. It’s bad for you, smoking that is.”
The two paused and quickly looked at each other, their thoughts the same.
“Why is this place so dead, so...empty and dull?”
Crash. The rhythmic beating of the rain was interrupted by the drop of the mug. The smoker and the coffee hater both gaped in disbelief. He just dropped the coffee mug.
Curious as to whom this voice belonged to, the two slowly turned their heads to the person at the door. She was removing her coat and shook her luscious brown hair that had been drenched with rain. Then she looked at them with a small smile pursed on her lips. They froze.
“That was a pretty mug” she said as the gaze of her hazel eyes danced to the other side of the room.
It couldn’t be.
The end of the cigarette bud glowed a dim red as each inhalation of toxins was taken. Deadly smoke began to fill the air of the empty coffee shop. All the other employees were already sent home.
A cup of black coffee was sitting on the small, round, graphite table in its special mug. The mug was a caramel color with an image of a tiger on it, abstract and beautiful. The amount of coffee in it was the same as it has been 10 minutes ago.
The two men sat facing each other, one puffing poisonous pollutants, the other tracing the familiar ring of the coffee mug. Both of them let out a heavy sigh. The green-eyed smoker looked at his friend with conflicting thoughts, trying to make sense of things he wish he could say. Frustrated with himself, he smothered the short cigarette bud and lit another from his pocket.
The bell of the door jingled softly behind them, but neither looked up. The footsteps began to approach them and a wheezing cough resonated to their ears.
“You shouldn’t do that, ya know. It’s bad for you, smoking that is.”
The two paused and quickly looked at each other, their thoughts the same.
“Why is this place so dead, so...empty and dull?”
Crash. The rhythmic beating of the rain was interrupted by the drop of the mug. The smoker and the coffee hater both gaped in disbelief. He just dropped the coffee mug.
Curious as to whom this voice belonged to, the two slowly turned their heads to the person at the door. She was removing her coat and shook her luscious brown hair that had been drenched with rain. Then she looked at them with a small smile pursed on her lips. They froze.
“That was a pretty mug” she said as the gaze of her hazel eyes danced to the other side of the room.
It couldn’t be.
wait...i is confused. is this a rewrite or a continuation? i feel as though the two stories don't overlap beyond taking place in a coffee shop. explanation when i see you?
ReplyDeletehehe. My friend said the same thing, but basically you could say that this is an excerpt into the future of the story that has been placed in the beginning.
ReplyDeleteI should've posted this part first (it's suppose to come before the other since the other is actually getting into the story)
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