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It was early; yet it seemed even the soil was already pulsing with life and energy, and the morning dew that rested on the delicate petals of flowers like little liquid beads, that literally drenched the ground seemed to be ignored by every living, breathing thing. It seemed to matter not to them if the sun that was creeping over the horizon was already shining rays of a pale, brilliant gold; it was there everyday, why would today be any different? Had not these creatures hunted the night away? And while one group of predators and fauna settled down to rest themselves, yet another roused from their slumber to start another day of frolic and hunts. The sun was their signal; their alarm to start or end the day. It mattered not to them of its beauty, oh no, there was too much to be done to sit back and enjoy such mundane things. Youd have to be a very feared and accomplished predator to take pleasu
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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