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
