Thursday, September 10, 2015

Favorite Passage

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. Thought it was time for a tickler, as I continue editing the current project.

“Name’s Sam.”

Of course it was. I shook his hand. He ignored the boys. I followed him inside. Past a window display, three little, round café tables were arranged around a table containing a Mr. Coffee from about 1936. Anyone who drank from that and survived had to be impervious to the plague. Must be the local, morning watering hole for the boys.


2 comments:

  1. Ha! Speaking of Mr. Coffee the pot, we still own a Mr. Coffee pot, (major thing once) it's tucked away in our Travel trailer, (must have coffee while water heats on outside fire) I miss it when we're tent camping. But Mr. Coffee has a few naughty designs. My hubby's old school burned nearly to the ground because someone didn't turn Mr. Coffee off on a Friday! Oops.

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  2. Never mind 'strong enough to stand a spoon up in', those coffee makers make dangerous coffee. Coffee which could possibly melt spoons, and eat holes in anything they are dribbled on. Certainly stronger than any wimpy plague...

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