Coffee Drip

“The coffee.”

I was trying, but a feeling of heat against the inside of my nose told me that I was bleeding again. The horrors of Accutane continue. My nose was bleeding, and the Attorney General was waiting. A man who prosecuted mob bosses, drug lords, and serial killers needed me to bring him his coffee. Now.

“Larry!”

As if in slow motion I saw the single drop escape the confines of its nasal prison and fall with a single, graceful motion into the fresh pot of coffee I had just brewed. It seemed an eternity as it hung above the surface of the liquid, slowly breaking the surface and dispersing into the murky, caffeine-enriched deep.

“For God’s sake.”

As soon as my nosebleed was under control, I slipped into the board room after Mrs. Linda. Just in time to see the General take a swig of his coffee.

Coffee Drip

William H

Joined December 2007

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