Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The Majesty of the Dawn

Coffee.
Coffee!
Cough-EE!
Hot! Hot! Good....
One by one, over the next hour, my senses began to focus with the help of my bitter, wonderful, caffeinated friend. Dawn peeked through the kitchen window as I stared intently at the knuckle hair on my left hand. Not the hand with the death-grip on my coffee cup. The other one. An unstifled yawn nearly unhinged my jaw and brought tears to my eyes. That bump on my shin began to throb again as I rocked back slowly in the wooden chair. Barking dog next door...probably won’t stop until the paperboy reaches the end of the block. My nose wrinkled involuntarily. Leftover cat food? Something worse?

I stood, slowly, transfixed by the feeling (sound?) of my skeleton straining against gravity. One more cup of coffee, I told myself, and I’ll be ready to carpe the diem.

Or maybe two.

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Postscript: What the hell was that? Excellent question. The text above is an attempt at Flash Fiction, directed, in particular, to the Three Word Wednesday blog.

8 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Clever and unique... superb!

Unknown said...

Vastly entertaining for such a brief piece. Not being a coffee drinker, I'm amused by scenes such as these.

Kwee Cats and Art said...

I enjoyed the free think through the morning - and now, I would love some coffee.

Christine said...

Coffee makes everything seem more clear.

Sheilagh Lee said...

Very interesting and compelling piece.

Ren said...

Good one, I like it :)

Unknown said...

love it,
superb opening, smiles.

robikube said...

Loved this clever piece.