Starvation. That's what people on the other side of the world faced. Keith read about it everyday in the news. He read a physical newspaper everyday with a cappuccino . Somehow K Man the barista convinced him to order a tall black.

The news felt less enjoyable alongside this abomination of...

The coffee this time was supposed to taste different. The barista told Keith. 

"Yeah, so this is like actually, my favorite drink atm." He pronounced each letter.

"Its supposed to be like an americano, but like more flavor right away." 

Keith now listening to him talking about this regretted his decision,...

It was the first cold morning of the fall. The summer must be over for good, thought Carol as she tugged her shirt trying to keep warm. Usually she got hot easily. Was the one trying to turn the thermostat lower. But today she had not anticipated this chill. Had...

Keith didn't mind the change. The change he'd just learned about from Ezekiel was beginning to sound even more optimal as he thought of it more.

He preferred doing the most difficult in the morning anyhow. From his observations, Group A did jack all in the afternoons so long as they...

So nice to see you, Jean greeted me with a hug.

After our pleasantries and a moment of silence where the both of us looked outside at the gentle snow fall she asked me something. Something real. Definitely the first real statement of our conversation.

I'm surprised to learn you're in  Westcity...

The next morning I went to the cafe just like I did every Wednesday around 9AM. The music was cafe-smooth Norah Jones . I ordered a black cup of house roast coffee , just like I always did when Norah was playing. Something about her made me enjoy that dark...

In wintertime I saw a woman in her 50s more often than not anytime I went to the cafe. Besides Sundays, I went everyday so she noticed me as well. Go to the cafe that often and you begin recognizing who comes regularly. Begin to notice out of those regulars...

It was after dropping off Sal for his afternoon Chemistry class that she had a day to spare. Just a few hours more honestly, but hours in the afternoon seemed to stretch on for her these days. Mornings and evenings would fly by but the liminal space of sunny, summer...