Bottom of the Pot

Eleventh Hour Fiction

Bottom of the Pot by Tiffany Greenfield www.eleventhhourfiction.wordpress.com

Sarah knew there would be coffee. It would taste like shit, but it would be hot. They both.knew it was just the “thing” or the reason for her to stop by. He knew she was incapable of it otherwise. But the bad cup of warmth gave her something to hold on to while she stared at him and he stared at her.

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