A Brief Encounter
The timeframe of this story covers about four of the most intense mintes in my memory. That intensity compelled me to try and put the experience into words. Hopefully, I’ve succeeded. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ A Brief Encounter Damn! I’m out of coffee cream for the morning. I hate black coffee. If it was a desperate situation, I could always use two-percent milk, except that it takes almost half a cup of the stuff to kill that acid taste. Cream just seems to smooth the flavour out so much better. A quick glance at the clock on the wall above shows that it’s nearly 9:00 PM. The local convenience store will be open for almost another hour. I decide to make a trip down there, knowing that if I don’t, I’ll hate myself for being too lazy when …