Coffee: a beginning
A lone horseman, picking his way through the mountains, is offered a steaming cup of a drink he has never before tasted

Ahmed al-Ghaffar leant forward, straining to see the path, as the stallion picked its way between the treacherous rocks. The horse was jittery, as was he, knowing there could be brigands waiting around any corner.
They were surprised, not by robbers, but by none other than the outcast Sheikh Omar, as he liked to call himself, concealed in a cave.
“Come Effendi, I have something for you.”
Al-Ghaffar sniffed the strange, dark liquid, a bitter scent rising with the steam. He took a gulp then spat into the fire, which hissed in protest.
“You trying to poison me, filthy dog?”
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About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.




Comments (8)
That is funny , excellent story
You left out his fit of "coughing".
Haha! Love the ending!
Hahahahahahahahahaha omggg that ending! Hilarious! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
It's just like I was there, great story!
That's how I feel about coffee, hahaha. Well done, with great tone and atmosphere.💙Anneliese
He just needed a spot of cream is all.
Great short! Love this one!