Random Scribbles · writing

No Fru Fru Coffee


Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham
Photo courtesy of Barbara W. Beacham


“The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

“Nah,” Aaron dismissed the idea as ridiculous when the morning rush began. He was all asses and elbows for the next two hours when Helen, his manager, reminded him that he had to take a break. He made himself an iced coffee and went outside to sit in the grass and have a smoke.

He was sure now. The hedge had made it across the street. It was definitely closer.

Aaron took a few hesitant steps closer to the hedge.

The hedge took a few closer to him.

“Do I need to worry about you?” Aaron spoke to the hedge and earned himself a few sideways glances from passersby.

The largest of the topiary figures seemed to shake his head.

Aaron waited for more but nothing moved. Finally he asked, “Coffee? Black?”

The large one nodded.

Aaron raised his eyebrows, “cup apiece?”

Another nod.

“These’ll be on the house dudes!”


11 thoughts on “No Fru Fru Coffee

  1. A great response tn ~ I have a visual image of the wind rustling through the topiary men ~ High on caffeine poured on the roots generating a lot of hot air. 🙂

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