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Coffee BeansCoffee Beans:"My love killed her." John said to me; over coffee in the living room. "I don't think you can take credit for that
" I said. "How can you say that? If it weren't for me she would still be alive!" He shouted. I chuckled not meaning to, "It was a text message first off and second off it's her fault for texting you back while in the middle of rush hour. She was never the brightest girl in the world and evolution got the best of her
the gene pool just cleaned itself." John sat silently, looking at me from across the room. "You have no soul
you are soulless." I looked up from my paper, "No, I'm heartless, not soulless, there is a difference. If I was soulless I wouldn't even be talking to you through this time of need." He laughed, "You aren't! You are making me feel worse!" "I'm getting it out of your system! By the way, if you jump, try and hit my neighbor's flower garden." John went back to looking out the window and I went back to the world of news. "Oh m
I'm SorryI'm Sorry:"I got free coffee today." I said to Anna while pacing, jittery, back and forth. "How much of the free coffee have you had today
?" I tried to focus so I could answer, "I don't know, about four cups?" "Good God woman! You'll have a heart attack from all that caffeine
" I missed the last half of Anna's sentence because I dropped the phone on my foot. "Fuck!" I shouted. Bending down to pick it up I realized she was no longer there. I decided to walk to her apartment instead of calling her back; no one made house calls anymore. There was a slight drizzle and the pavement was hot; it hissed as I walked briskly. I watched the rain fall to the beat in my headphones
bobbing my head in agreement with the rhythm. I made it to Anna's apartment complex and I looked up to see her standing on the balcony. She noticed me before I could tell her to let me in and was gone in a flash; she must have had some coffee too. "This is a pleasant surprise!" she said while opening t
ChinoChino:Waking up alone is the hardest part about divorce. Even if you hate your partner, husband or wife, you still take comfort in the fact that you aren't alone. "I don't know what to do Sally; I miss him." I said over the phone. The reception was bad, I could hear the popping of the static. "I don't see why you miss him. He was never home to begin with and when he was all he did was dirty the house and eat all the food." I looked out the window at the rain and let Sally's words go in one ear and out the other. "I don't know," I said while picking at my finger nails, "He may not have been around much but when he was it was wonderful." Sally was tapping her nails on the table; I could tell. I said goodnight to Sally since she wasn't in the mood to listen. The apartment was quite; all except for the drip of the bathroom sink and the rain outside. I opened the balcony doors to drown out the sound of the drip, drip, drip. "Why did he have to leave me?" I thought. The echo of thunder r
Defeated by SarcasomDefeated by Sarcasm!"He asked me out, do you want to go?" I said through the cell phone receiver. "Who asked you out?" Anna asked, inquisitively. "One of John's friends, you know, the one with blue eyes." She sat on the other end of the phone for a few moments thinking; running through the rolodex implanted in her brain. "Oh, you mean Alex? I don't know if I would go out with him" she said. "Why not?" came to mind but I waited on her to finish her sentence. "He's well known around town if you catch my drift." "No, I don't catch your drift
you must have gotten stuck on a sand bar." Anna sighed, "God, never mind, you two are perfect for each other. You are both sarcastic as hell." And with that she hung up the phone. Feeling defeated, I text messaged her back, "So is that a yes you'll go?" I sat the phone down on the rot iron table I got from the antique store. Opened the glass doors and sat on the balcony. I noted that my plants needed to be watered as the table vibrated.
Heart EarringsHeart Earrings:Her earrings were iridescent hearts that dangled from gold ribbons; vintage. They looked good against her slender, long, neck. "Why are you wearing a turtle neck in the middle of summer?" I asked. She turned her attention from the bar and placed it on me. "I've herd you are quite the whore, Mr. Crowley." Her tone was dry, like my throat. "I'm going to the bar, do you want anything?" Her eyes were intense; "No Thank You" was all she replied. I noted a blond bombshells on my way to the bar
keeping her in the back of my mind incase things didn't work out. The band started playing and I went back to my set, bourbon in hand. "I didn't know you were a fan of Jazz Mr. Crowley" Sally said loudly; trying to composite for the noise. I took a sip of my drink, "Oh yeah, I love Jazz. Jazz blues is probably my favorite though." She leaned her elbows on the table, "What do you do for a living? John has been mum when it comes to telling me things about you." I laughed, "That's
Gold Dust LesbianGold Dust Lesbian:A gold necklace sways between her breasts as she totes on a cigarette. Alice Waters, the lesbian
not the chef. She writes homoerotic romance novels for a small publishing company and it's my job to interview her. I tapped my pen, created to look like a crayon, on the side of the table. "Ok, my next question is, where do you come up with your stories? Are they based in truth or purely fiction?" Alice cocked her head to the side, blew out a puff of smoke, and looked at me through her black, tortoise shell sunglasses; that cost more then my car no doubt. "Truth; everyone in the book is based on someone I know with a few tweaks here and there. I do add my own romanticism to the book which gives my novels that feel of fantasy. But over all the stories are true." I cleared my throat, "Do you think this is why you have such a large following of fans? You have the largest non-homosexual following of any romance novelist, let alone a homoerotic one." I waited on her a