(The imaginary scene in my head)
The person sitting behind the metal desk in the large grassy area outside the campus dipped their donut in a mug of warm espresso, and took a bite of it. I could tell they were relishing the cruller and the coffee. It was nice outside, spring, warm but not too warm.
Mid-day, it was sunny but shady, and the overwhelming smell of jasmine and blooming roses were nearby as the gardens were full of them.
What’s your secret, tell me!
The sign read.
I leaned down, whispered,
“I’d fuck Colin Firth’s brains out.”
Fin.


Comments (4)
Okay, that cracked me up, Bridget Jones! He might not even have to go out & buy a new diary!
I didn't see that coming! Excellent!
Ooh, Colin must be a Hottie
Crueller and coffee, that's a perfect breakfast . I don't know who Colin Firth is but it's not a secret no more .😉