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Submitted to Contest #340
They think I was made to prepare coffee. I am here to train patience.Today, like every other morning, the first customer arrives early. He is always the first. He comes between 5:03 and 5:16. Sometimes later, rarely sooner.His eyes are barely open when he looks at me. His hand moves automatically, one finger poking.Black.Double sugar.He drops the coins he has been holding in his fist into my slot. I let them fall into the safe before moving any part of myself. Each coin is heard clearly. The amount is correct.Only then do I begin the grindin...
Submitted to Contest #339
The terrace of that café was always in the shade. The winter sun lit the tables on the other side of the street, but no one here seemed to mind. At that hour, the shade was enough.He sat at the same table as always.The waiter passed by, dressed as if the cold didn’t fully apply to him, his tray full of glasses and cups.From his table, Mount Teide was visible between buildings, clear and unmoving.When the waiter returned, he was already carrying the barraquito and set it down in front of him.“Good to see you,” he said.The table wobbled, unbal...
Submitted to Contest #338
She walks the streets without hurry. It has become her habit now: to leave time unused, to let it pool before something happens. The pavement is still damp from a morning rain that never quite decided to fall, and the air smells faintly metallic - the scent of a city that has already been handled too much today.She looks around, letting the pace guide her steps. A building to her right draws her attention at once. She stops and looks up. The sign by the door is the only invitation she needs.She has not entered a place like this in years.She ...
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