Cradling the cup of black coffee between her cold hands, she watched as the rain sketched paths across the windows of the coffee shop. Beyond the glass, people rushed back and forth, hurrying in an effort to get out of the rain sooner.
She took a sip, savoring the taste, and continued waiting. For so long, she had waited already, and yet these last moments seem to stretch out longer than the past months combined. It was almost funny how a mixture of impatience and dread could do that to you.
Heavy steps walked up to her, then stopped. When she didn't turn, the newcomer spoke to her.
"I didn't expect you'd want to see me again."
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
