An hour past by, and the morning rush receded to two-three collegians fooling around with a naive girl, and the man himself. He cleared his throat and flattened his hair. He still couldn’t recall her name. But he decided to take a chance and approach her anyway. Delight and malice shone in his eyes. But she didn’t seem afraid.
He reached the counter, and his scraggy hands gripped the counter tightly. He looked at her longingly, “One shot of that, please.”
The barista replied, looking at the man’s grey hair, “Are you sure?”
“I’m familiar with the bitter taste.”
The barista then handed him a piping hot cup of some dark, muddy brown liquid. “Here’s your espresso, sir.”
Okay so this was my first attempt at #FlashFiction . I know it sucked, but I might get better at it with practice?
FYI, I have never tasted espresso in my life, and I’m surely not familiar with its bitter taste :p
Check out the prompt here: “I’m familiar with the bitter taste” and try writing a story/poem of your own this Tuesday!