#100WW -Paper Cup~ #microfiction



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To Steven Lupone, this little table was heaven to him now. He had no more corner office on the fourteenth floor, being asked to vacate it a year ago. Eight months after that, he lost the condo. No steady income meant foreclosure. His days of three hour lunches and European vacations had stopped. He now spent his life looking for anyplace with cheap java and free Wifi to connect with any dim hope of employment. This place was bright, pleasant and a short walk from his mini-van with the sleeping bag inside. A paradise with hot coffee for the discarded man.

(98 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.

Tale Weaver – Decaffeinated


Risen from tombs where they wanted to stay

The instinct of hunger leading their way

Shambling slow at the pace of a snail

All are infected be them male or female

Their questioning groans beyond understanding

Looking for something to just have them keep standing

The ones who once loved them now seek places to hide

Until the needs of these things will soon hopefully be satisfied

There’s an answer to stopping these ill creatures by ending their pain

Its not what you think and angrily bashing in their brains

Why do such violence when they’re not walking zombies in undead misery?

They are everyday people who simply need brewed their first cup of morning coffee


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie