Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Ready at 8:00AM
This week I want you to take me to your version of 8:00 -AM or PM, fiction or creative nonfiction- in 200 words or less.
It's 8:00 am. The percolator sits on the counter in the kitchen, proud in it's stainless steel-ness. It waits for her to come fill it with water and load the basket with the aromatic grounds.
She doesn't show up. It must not be 8:00 am on Monday or Wednesday. It must be 8:00 am on another day. On a day when she bypasses the kitchen counter and heads off to that fancy commercial coffee machine. The machine that produces endless cups. Quenching her need for coffee well before and after 8:00 am.
It slips sadly into semi-usefulness. Dreams of perking a pot of perfection. Dreams of tipping a stream of clear brown wake up into her pretty cup. Dreams of watching in pride as she closes her eyes and inhales the flavor, smiling in anticipation of the first sip.