The Daily Brew by Lyndon Perry
He loved his morning espresso. In fact, he couldn’t jumpstart the day without it.
And his bride knew it. Either out of love or habit, she would wake up early every workday and prepare for him a special blend of dark roasted Arabica and finely ground Robusta—so as to elicit the perfect crema—and send him off with a small jolt and a smile.
He liked that little jolt. In fact, he couldn’t live without it. And his bride knew it. Either out of love or habit, she would wake up early every workday and crank the generator that powered the operating table on which he slept. Each morning he’d jump into action, down a demitasse, and greet the day full of verve and vigor.
He smiled at his bride as he waved goodbye. She really sparked
something deep inside him. But he always assumed it was the coffee.
© 2007 Lyndon Perry (150 words) #FreeFictionFriday #Microfiction #Flashfiction
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