Iman Jamal-Eddine

A Concatenation of Misfortune

The metal spoon met the floor with a vibrating clink dragging Sam back from his reverie. “And I’ll get that with a side of hash browns and a fresh cup of coffee with three sugars but hold the cream.” Sam focused on the dark and obscurely long chin hair wriggling as the old woman mumbled on her breakfast order. When she had finally finished reciting the entire menu, he stumbled back to the kitchen and uncaringly passed the note of indecipherable scribbles to the feigned chef.