She’d been going to the coffee shop at the corner every Saturday for almost a year. She took her work on some days, and on other days she just had…
So much depends upon a red ceramic mug, filled with black coffee, on the back patio rail. It’s her first day back at work after a long summer break. Tears…
She had just poured her second cup of black coffee—always the most important one. She placed it on her desk, then the phone rang. He was finally coming home. The…