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3.01.2010

bottom of the cup.




she stared into the bottom of her coffee cup, looking for renegade pieces of bean--bits gone unnoticed by the grinder. she noted the formation of new bubbles against the hard, white clay.

feeling his eyes upon her she wondered if this was the end. or just the next step.

her elbow pushed into the dark wood of the counter.

whose move was next? whose answer would come first?

and in the silence, her dark hair cutting a half-mask across her face, she thought: this is when i ask him to fall in love with me.

instead she pushed back the stool and went to refill her cup.





11 comments:

brown eyed girl said...

Keep this up, I'm loving these little "writing adventures," as you call them.

JKreids said...

ask him!

i'm BEAMING... this was so cute. :)

Emily said...

So well written! I like this new style. I've been in that moment. And I should have asked him - not even in words, but a gesture that will show him how you feel. I've been in that moment and did nothing. Now I've spent a thousand moments regretting it. If you like him, show him or tell him! xo

Brittany said...

mmm--i love these meg. beautifully written.

iheartkiwi said...

the writing adventure indeed! keep them coming my dear.

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Mary Grace said...

I love this post. I could totally picture this scene since I was in a similar situation. It felt quite awkward.

Diana said...

i feel as if i'm watching you! great experiment of writing, keep up the creativity!

Micaela said...

this is by far my favorite one meg.

sigh...

Micaela said...

ps. i love the new header {though i adore the wedding picture of your mom of course ;) }

Amanda said...

This is so darn compelling. Love it.