This piece was written for OLWG#148
Mary Lou topped off her cup, turned, and headed back to her seat across the table from Lucille. She looked at her friend and scowled.
“So, what are you going to do about it, Luce?” she sipped her coffee and grimaced; looked in the cup and stuck out her tongue.
“I don’t know what to do, Mary Lou. I just wish he hadn’t left his email open. I wish I’d never found out.”
“No, you don’t. Ignorance is seldom bliss! Do you know what her name is? Anything about her?” she took a sip of water and swished it around in her mouth.
Lucille nodded, “Her name is Lola, believe it or not, I don’t know her last name though.”
“But, you have her email address, right?” Mary Lou looked into her cup. “Damn this tastes like shit. What did I pour in this cup?”
Lucy looked up at the counter, “You mighta snagged the decaf pot. Hang on; I’ve got some breath mints. Get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”
The prompts were:
- What happened to my coffee?
- Buster Browns
- till my dying day