Thursday, May 31, 2007

Coffee with Fallen

Created from a prompt for a writing exercise.

There is a ring on his finger I don’t recognize. He plays with its green jewel—smooth to the touch.

We are not really sitting in this café. That’s why it’s all impressionist brushstrokes and conversations in forgotten tongues.

How does it end? That’s all I really want to know.

“You know.” He reaches to add more sugar to his coffee. “I only really do beginnings.”


Karen Mahoney said...

I like this... Great final line of dialogue.

Rachel said...

I like that. IT's a good ending.