Click.
Bryan shuffled across the linoleum to the fridge, squinting against the harsh florescent glare. Two scoops and ten cups later, the coffee pot was busy doing its thing.
He collapsed into a chair, head aching. Police files covered the table. A photo begged him for answers.
“In time,” he thought. “With caffeine comes clarity.”
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2 opinions for A Cup o’ Joe
Kerri
Jun 29, 2006 at 7:08 am
Made much more sense the second time when I read “Police files” instead of “Police flies.”
Good story!!! I could see it all in my head.
Cory Aldrich
Jun 30, 2006 at 5:26 am
Thanks,
“Flies” would have taken the story in a whole other direction.
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