So, a whole story, in my head, right now
So, everyone’s asleep and it’s 11.45pm and I’m not tired, no, why would I be? So, I go to the kitchen and tip my cold coffee, that I’ve been looking forward to for about 3 hours, into a Pyrex jug and it looks a bit skinny so I crack open a tin of evaporated milk and upend it into the coffee and chuck the lot into the microwave. And wait. There’s a cupboard, so I dig around and find a Jamaican ginger cake, shop bought, so I rip it open and bite the end off. Ping. I take the Pyrex jug of melt-your-head-hot coffee and my bitten cake, yes of course the whole thing, and shuffle over to the desk and I’m going to write a short story. Yes a whole story, I’ve got deadlines, yes I can rattle one off in fifteen minutes because that’s all I’ve got and yes, I’m drinking out of a jug because it’s BIGGER than a mug, and anyway, this stuff’s hot enough to crack porcelain and anyway, anyway, I’ll need that much if I’m going to wash down a whole cake.
S’been a while.
2 Responses to “So, a whole story, in my head, right now”
You go, mrs! Is the coffee nice? Our machine gets rid of the fat that makes the crema on top. I miss that.
Thanks, Susan, yeah, I’m a coffee lover, for sure — but also a Philistine because I like mine milky and sweet. Also love mocha :)