The coffee

 He has been longing for a cup a coffee. A cup of coffee to wake him up that  dark,rainy morning. He lit another cigarette without putting out the one in his hand and he found himself with two lit cigarettes staring in the distance.

 "What can I get you?" He startled but kept staring in the distance. There was something about other people's eyes that made him feel uncomfortable. "Coffee.Black.Please." The waitress went away. He was safe again. He went on smoking. There were so many things to worry about,so many things to consider. He saw the waitress approaching.Finally. I'm going to have my coffee."

 A clumpsy move later and his precious coffe along with the water in the tray put out his cigarette. And there his was that  dark,rainy morning,without a cigarette,without coffee,staring in the distance.

                                                                                                                                                        written by Ms Paragon