Story a day: 6.29.16

Describing my morning coffee.

Veins thin as spider’s silk float on liquid the color of cinnamon and dry earth. Flecks of a darker brown freckle the surface. All that heady earth tone makes it seem solid, yet the slightest movement, even the tapping of the keys, reveals its soft, insubstantial nature. I could fall into that warm pool and never re-emerge.

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