Flash Fiction: Cup Of Coffee

It was late morning as I sat in the cafe.

My mochaccino arrived within five minutes of ordering. It looked appetizing, with the heart-shaped microfoam. I fished my notepad and pen out of my bag and sat back in my chair, looking for inspiration. My eyes spotted a cute lady sitting a couple of tables away. There was a shine in her eyes that the artist inside me could not ignore.

It took me ten minutes, but the girl’s fascinating features were now etched on my notepad. I was debating with myself about going up to her and chatting, when I saw a guy enter and embrace her tightly. She gave him a peck on the lips and left the cafe hand-in-hand with him. Feeling like a fool, I sighed and looked back at my cup of coffee.

It was all cold now, and the heart had already faded away…

Word Count: 150


Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #7

FOWC with Fandango – Fool

Flash Fiction: Coffee

He sat at the coffee shop, much like every morning, enjoying the little free time he got.

He checked his watch: 9.30, an hour of freedom and then back to the terrors of his servile corporate job.

The line moved forward, and it would soon be his turn to place his order with the cute barista: Cindy, with her comely smile and penchant to get his name right, he had grown quite attracted to her

He had been trying to muster up the courage to ask her out for a week now, but had never managed to until now, when it was finally his turn to place his order with Cynthia, she smiled at him and he felt a hush descend over the crowd, he was finally going to do it.

Just as he was about to utter the words, he heard a beep coming from his phone, a message had just arrived in his email mailbox, a message from his boss: Quickly get me a coffee and reach office in 5 mins.

He sighed, tomorrow, he thought to himself…

Word Count: 178


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