If it was to pass without incident or event, without anger or altercation, I had to stay calm. There were no awards for foolishness, nor unprovable bravado. In this game of life and death decisions, I had to remain cool, unbothered, frosty.
"One lemon muffin please."
Her words cut through my misting, morning torpor like a bullet through paper; she'd bought the last one!
My fingers clenched, teeth grated, eyes shot daggers.
"I'm sorry," she said looking me up and down. "Would you like the last one?"
That was it, my faith in humanity restored. Not only was she stunning, but kind. I could've leapt in the air clicking my heels, laughed in jubilation, sung my heart out. But…
"No, you're alright, love. I'll have toast instead.
Well, after all, I was English.
Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time.
A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside.
Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him.
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25 thoughts on “Coffee Shop Confrontations”
True love gives, I guess even the last lemon muffin ๐
Hi I loved your description of “morning torpor like a bullet through paper.” I’m unfortunately GF so there aren’t usually anything to munch on with my coffee…but 10 years ago if someone grabbed the last almond croissant right before my eyes it could make my morning melt and throw me off course the rest of the day. Now I know- so I don’t even glance that way. Funny uh?
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True love gives, I guess even the last lemon muffin ๐
I’m partial to a lemon muffin. ๐
Me towards a chocolate one ๐
Good choice ๐
A gentleman of gentlemen, sir.
A hungry one ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐
Lol, that’s meal or two ๐
Bahahahaha! After all, I’m English!! I thought it was only us Aussies who saw you blokes like that!
No. We’re all like that. We seethe on the inside.
Would you care for a cup of tea?
I prefer coffee!!!!!!!!! You should know that!!!!!! But thank you ๐
Can’t they kick you out of England for that?
Probably. I’m thinking Australia if they do. ๐ฌ๐ณ๐ Or the Amazon.
Not much difference between the two ๐
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What a guy ๐ ๐
Lemon Muffins are like gold dust.
I like me some lemon poundcake now and again ๐
I’ll get some in. ๐
what I’m wondering is how did she know you might have also wanted that muffin out of everything in the coffee shop? ๐ฎ
I have those ‘please feed me a lemon muffin’ kind of eyes.
Hi I loved your description of “morning torpor like a bullet through paper.” I’m unfortunately GF so there aren’t usually anything to munch on with my coffee…but 10 years ago if someone grabbed the last almond croissant right before my eyes it could make my morning melt and throw me off course the rest of the day. Now I know- so I don’t even glance that way. Funny uh?
I’d still be glancing. ๐
Made me smile… Thanks. ๐
Thank you ๐