She was begrudgingly falling in love with a winter writer in a coffee shop, while he was diluting her dark roast with fake sweetener packets. The essence of her reality was distilled between two screens, and the violent typing of keys.
Today’s prose snippet.
Her thoughts were raspberries and rain, sweet and sorrowful like a leftover jelly sandwich.
-today’s snippet from my writing endeavor.
Statue of Cupcakerty.