Coffee: Americano, Caribou Coffee; a blue cup, a burnt roast, a cloudy day.
It was J’s birthday. Well, the celebration anyway, the actual date’s tomorrow. We got together at the Cracker Barrell. There were seven of us. They gave us the round table past the fireplace. It was busy at restaurant, brisk like night air, they had the ceiling fans turning so it mixed up all the smells. I played checkers. I made excuses to keep passing by the fire. J looked happy, I think we all were. It felt like home.
I’m two cups of black coffee, a white plastic plate, the fork with a dish-soap stain, feet under the table knocking wet socks until they’re warm.
Currently Reading: Autumn, Ali Smith; Cherry, Nico Walker
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“I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table.” – William Shakespeare, Macbeth