I drank some coffee today.
A little more like our coffee this time, black coffee with a little creamer.
I miss you, and our tradition.
It's just not the same without you here.
It makes me feel, empty.
I could only take 3 sips, because it was to much for me.
I had to lay down after I drank it.
It made me cold, Ky.
The warmth of the cup and the burning liquid running down my throat, made me cold.
Very cold.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Short Story"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
