Tips of fingers touch
While reaching for my coffee.
I jerk and it drops.
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Kari McLeese
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwin3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
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