Flash Fiction

Something I'm working on for English class

My coffee is too sweet. I guess I just wasn’t paying attention to how much sugar I was putting in. I’ve been a little absent minded the past few days. I’ve found myself consumed by my anxiety of meeting up with her after all this time. My tremor, a constantly tapping foot, escalated to a localized seizure - maybe caffeine wasn't the best idea. I pushed my coffee aside, maybe that’s enough for now. My hands are fidgety, a second beat to match my rhythmic foot. Is that blood I taste? A gentle sweep with my index finger along my lower lip, a confirmation; my raucous teeth clung too tightly I suppose.

I allowed my face to fall into my hands. This was a mistake. A deep inhale followed by an exasperated exhale. Why did I agree to meet up? And of all places, a coffee shop; she doesn't even like coffee. 12:55pm, I still have time to leave.

One - “This is stupid, just go.”

Two - “You can make up an excuse.”

Three - “It would be nice to catch up though.”

Four - “No, it ended for a reason.”

Five - “Screw it, I’m leav- “

I glance towards the door as I gather my belongings. A familiar face, “hey”.

This was a mistake.

Reviews

[Tom McRoberts]

Aha! These is really funny. I love how you've managed to translate the manic mania of 'caffeine jitters' into written style, the result is unfortunately relevant (unfortunate for the coffee-addict reader that is, not the piece)!

[Charlee Richards]

Thank you :)

[Yanina McKnight]

Such an excellent piece. The internal dialogue definitely adds great emphasis on the work as a whole.
Leaves the reader wondering who the person on the side might be.

[Charlee Richards]

Haven't decided yet, still wondering myself lol