How Beautiful She Is

I saw her again. Every day I see her. She appears there at the same time as I do. As though we are set to the same clock, she and I step into the coffee shop for our morning brew. Words that I could say continually run through my mind as I am amazed at how beautiful she is. We smile at each other as she reaches across me for a stirrer.  I’ll say something.  I am sure that I can say something.

Micro-Flash Fiction by Jeremy C Kester

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