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he’d said. She’d come out to coffee with me out of pity it seemed. Not wanting to dish too much about her new beau.</p><p id="9e35">We quietly sipped our steaming mugs.</p><p id="e818">Quietly I tried to burn my longing for this gorgeous heathen with each sip of the innocuous coffee.</p><figure id="bbbb"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*21Wv0GKXuDwzxTX7.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="6970"><a href="undefined">Bridie D</a>. Mad writer. Simpsons addict. <b>Founder and Editor of <a href="https://medium.com/youness-ness">Youness-ness</a>.</b></p><p id="cf63"><i>Inspired by <a href="undefined">Zane Dickens</a><a href="https://readmedium.com/whats-the-story-challenge-ccc0f4a2ee38">💯 Story Challenge.</a> Looking for more to read? I recommend <a href="undefined">Tamila McDonald</a>’s quirky story </i><b>‘<a href="https://readmedium.com/the-convenience-store-d495d2b92a43">The Convenience Store</a>’ ❤</b></p><div id="adfe"><pre>Or<span class="hljs-built_in"> check </span>out my other fiction attempts here: </pre></div><div id="7b47" class="link-block"> <a href="https://bridiedillon.medium.com/list/715aa2e1ff08"> <div> <div> <h2>💯 STORY CHALLENGE</h2> <div><h3>All entries from the 💯 STORY CHALLENGE</h3></div> <div><p>bridiedillon.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*d99909763bc46ceb943249ae8935346b602cf419.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a>

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Innocuous Coffee

№4 Of 💯 – A new boyfriend and an intense desire

Her lip lightly riding the rim of the mug she sipped her black coffee. Her face had no expression, clear like a freshly swept floor.

I watched her as I sipped my own bitter coffee. I’d said too much, without thinking. I’d asked her about her new boyfriend, trying not to let envy taint the words.

Our brief lip-lock hung over me. What the fuck was I doing here? Why was I so attached to this girl?

With one drunken kiss and a handful of midnight phone calls, I was lost to her. I wanted her to be my partner, my person. Never would this come to fruition. She ignored our past, our touch, she did this as nonchalantly as if watching clouds drift.

I try and remind myself we are just friends. Try and remember she isn’t into girls. She was lonely, sad and bored. That’s all I am to her a quick comfort. A springboard, nothing more.

Her new boyfriend was older, I knew that much. He wasn’t the kind to get jealous she’d said. She’d come out to coffee with me out of pity it seemed. Not wanting to dish too much about her new beau.

We quietly sipped our steaming mugs.

Quietly I tried to burn my longing for this gorgeous heathen with each sip of the innocuous coffee.

Bridie D. Mad writer. Simpsons addict. Founder and Editor of Youness-ness.

Inspired by Zane Dickens 💯 Story Challenge. Looking for more to read? I recommend Tamila McDonald’s quirky story ‘The Convenience Store’ ❤

Or check out my other fiction attempts here:

💯 STORY CHALLENGE

All entries from the 💯 STORY CHALLENGE

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As we grow, our mandate grows with us

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