[For the Love of Colombian Beans]
by YBLalat
"Ouch!"
Screech.
Spat.
Bang.
"Ouch!"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"What the hell was that racket in the kitchen?"
"Nothing I said."
"Are you nuts or something?"
"No, no. Nothing happened. I am fine. Thank you for asking."
"Freak. Fruitcake."
"I heard that!"
Damn you, hot coffee. Stupid brewing machine.
That's it, I will start drinking MILO from now on.
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