Bitter as brew

January 14, 2011

They began fast as lightning, singeing too much of the air around them to be ignored.

I don’t like it, said the woman at the café, the one who made their beverages every afternoon. But everyone knew she was bitter as brew. She’d missed her bolt of possibility years ago.

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