Fiction · Prose

Long Lost Sibling + Coffee

If we were having coffee right now, You’d be smelling the rich fragrance of Arabica beans being brewed. Two cups of blended coffee would be sitting right in front of us, almost untouched, I presume. The cup building moisture outside, thanks to the sweltering temperature. Emphasis on double blended; I don’t like munching on chocolate… Continue reading Long Lost Sibling + Coffee