One Iced Caramel Mocha
A Microfiction Story
“One iced caramel mocha for Sam!”
The busyness of the shop seeing to it that the barista spun away as soon as the cup touched the counter, not looking when two hands reached for it at the same time.
Thin, dark fingers covered in rings wrapped around the base. Sturdy, freckled fingers tipped in wicked-sharp hot-pink nails reached over the lid, grip light. The owner of each hand glanced up, eyebrows twisting in confusion. The barista turned back to the counter again, cup in hand.
“Erm, one iced caramel mocha for… Sam.”
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So my name is about as common as one gets in the English speaking world, there were 6 of us in my primary school class. So I feel this story deep in my soul Nicely done :)
Loved the concept! Nicely done!