My first, still one of my best.
Going back to some older pieces for motivation today.
First attempt at a fully developed short story. I tried to capture the sexual tension and harsh reality of a breakup, especially the kind that doesn’t end so quickly. Please give any (even bad) critiques before I send this forth into the world of college writing workshops!
Nothing bothered her more than when the night crew put the hazelnut grinder where the cocoa grinder belonged, it bugged her so much so that she, in a fit of over dramatic and stage worthy anger, remade an old out of date labeling system for the over flooded supply shelf and had every intention of actually putting it up if a customer hadn’t needed a tall too-complicated-overly-sugary-warm-cup of crap in a hurry, or if the constantly stoned night crew would care to pay attention any way. I swear they get more baked than our sad burnt blueberry scones every morning.
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