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beignets and bitter coffee
beignets and bitter coffee the soft wind plucked strands of hair and swirled them into the cup she raised to her lips. the coffee was bitter and already growing cold. shifting in her chair she looked to the left, the way he would come. she lit a cigarette impatiently and blew the smoke out into the warm sunlit plaza. a man moving past cast her a look; then another, willing to stop and linger if she only opened to him. knocking ash to the ground, she turned to the left again and the man moved on. a waiter neared and murmured words passed between them. her fine neck elongated as she spoke to him, his back stooped as he leaned to hear her. minutes passed and he returned with a beignet and fresh coffee, removing the old cup in which her cigarette had been unceremoniously extinguished. his face showed nothing as he moved on. her ink stained fingers tore the beignet in half and dunked an edge into the coffee, moving it quickly to her lips, her other hand beneath it to catch the crumbs. eyes closed, she savored the melting of the pastry on her tongue, the bitter coffee taste, the hint of cinnamon. his lips closed over hers and as ever, as ever, she was lifted from the world..... You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I'll have what she's having!
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It is like that when it's good, lifted from the world. This is lovely. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Such detail in a small snippet. Bravo!
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