The taste of his coffee reminded her of his kiss, warm with a hint of bitterness.
She gazed downward with each sip at the abandoned roses scattered by the saucer.
Their delicate color had faded, but their scent still lingered; flavoring the morning air with a flowery bouquet.
She reached for the cream pouring a steady, generous stream into the blackness.
The next sip was soft and sweet.
She smiled and placed the empty cup back onto the saucer, leaving nothing but her coral colored lip print to kiss him good-bye.
<3 KC <3
About the Creator
Kiki
Kiki Coll is a kind hippie with an earth mother’s soul. She enjoys unplanned adventures, familiar music, amateur photography, and manic cupcake baking! Life is all about the frosting!
Kiki's motto: Love and peace, pass it on!
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