Oh No, Not Again + untitled (Throwback Thursday)

Prompts = Espresso, Compilation, Remote

Story New — Oh No, Not Again

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‘That’s funny.’

Officer Frank Cappuccino glanced at the twenty-something next in line to order. Knowing what was coming, he asked anyway. ‘What’s funny?’

‘Your name tag says “Cappuccino” but you ordered an espresso.’

‘2.’

‘What?’

‘I grade comments about my last name on a scale of 1 to 5–5 being high. Your’s rated a 2.’

‘Harsh.’

‘Yeah. But then again, every time a wiseacre tries to be funny, it’s like hitting play on the remote controlling a soundtrack: the compilation of years worth of comments. Sorry to say, your’s won’t make the highlight real. Have a nice day.’

*****

Story Old — untitled

Photo by Mykyta Martynenko on Unsplash

After waiting in line outside the coffee shop for ten minutes, I finally made my way inside and prepared for another longer, but at least warmer, wait.

I had time on my hands and so looked at all the occupied tables with everyone engaged on laptops, phones, and, rarely, with another person.

My eyes lit on one older man who was simply staring into space, looking at nothing in particular. Remote. What looked like a finished espresso in front of him. A lifetime’s compilation of cares and worries etched on his face.

He smiled sadly, sighed, and slowly left. 

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King Louis

 

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Prompts = Espresso, Machine, Mistake

‘Look at it. The grounds are under-utilized but my ambitious building plan will address this.’ He looked upon the garden, eyes bright, stance commanding. The window was shut to keep the chill out. ‘Make no mistake, I shall not fail to transform it all and bend it to my will.’ His reflection nodded encouragement.

‘Time for your espresso, your Majesty.’ The white-clad attendant with bulging biceps smiled.

‘Thank you, peasant. Your machine makes a delicious beverage.’

“King Louis” sipped at his medicated coffee while striding majestically along sanitarium halls wearing terrycloth slippers and bathrobe, his usual daily garb.

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YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva

And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess

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Espresso, Compilation, Remote

After waiting in line outside the coffee shop for ten minutes, I finally made my way inside and prepared for another longer, but at least warmer, wait.

I had time on my hands and so looked at all the occupied tables with everyone engaged on laptops, phones, and, rarely, with another person.

My eyes lit on one older man who was simply staring into space, looking at nothing in particular. Remote. What looked like a finished espresso in front of him. A lifetime’s compilation of cares and worries etched on his face.

He smiled sadly, sighed, and slowly left.