I haven’t been writing lately, and I can’t really say why. Life hasn’t been any more crazy than normal. It has been filled with the typical sick kids, a puppy that is into everything (don’t blink), snow up to the knee caps, and Christmas racing toward us… Regardless, I haven’t been fitting in that precious writing time and there is a guilt about it and even a small sense of loss. Does anybody else experience this? Anyway, I thought the Coffee Share would be a wonderful place to start back with the writing routine. So, I took the coffee theme and something December and here we go. Let me know what you think.
Everything except that narrow river of coffee is moving in slow motion. My hand, a disjointed part of me, snakes forward in a race it has already lost. The mugs lay sideways. The sound of it crashing rings in my ears. Horrified, I watch as that steaming liquid, the colour of burnt umber, moves in a continuous stream towards the last piece of wrapping paper. The glitter of the silver is gone and the binding agent melted. When it dries it well never be the same: unusable. I don’t know if I feel sadder about the coffee or the paper!
By Shari Marshall – 2017