Story Starters I May Never Use

Coffee

In which a girl really likes her hecking coffee.

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The girl loved coffee.

It was a gift to mankind.

The solution to any, any problem.

Her favorite part about it was probably making it.

She loved placing the coffee filter in her cherry red coffee maker, carefully pressing it to the sides as if she were handling a dried flower with petals so delicate they would crumble away on a mere whisper of wind.

The girl enjoyed carefully measuring out the right amount of ground beans to use. When she scooped it in, she liked the sight of the dark powder being cradled by the filter.

She always was careful to create the perfect water-to-bean ratio, and found the cascading sound of the water being poured into the maker to be soothing.

The girl always read while waiting for her beverage to brew, the soft gurgle of the coffee maker a promise that she would have the perfect morning drink.

When her coffee was done, she'd contemplate the many ways she could prepare her favorite drink. Sometimes she'd use a tall glass and add cream and ice, giving her a cool and refreshing summertime drink. Other times she drank it in a small mug, with nothing added to the dark liquid.

For now she decided on her favorite combination.

The girl filled her medium sized mug two thirds of the way and pulled out the milk. She poured it in slowly, and was mesmerized by what she saw. The bright and the dark danced together, swirling, churning, and mixing into a light brown combination. She loved the elegant movements the liquids made, and almost always related them to the storms on Jupiter in her mind. Then she added the tiniest amount of sugar and stirred, adding to the swirling movements in her mug.

When she finally drank she almost always warbled a sigh of happiness. She always relished the bittersweet taste.

While the girl loved making coffee, she also loved when it was made for her. A locally owned café only a street away from her quaint little home provided the perfect hookup place for her and her friends. They served exotic mochas, strange Frappe's, and all around amazing coffee. The girl spent almost all of her paycheck in the one store.

The girl loved her coffee and she loved the café. Some of the most important moments of her life happened there. She watched her stepfather propose to her mom there, got asked out by her first boyfriend there, opened her college acceptance letter there, broke up with her first boyfriend there...

And now, they were shutting the café down.