short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.

I raised a coffee cup to my mouth but when I sipped, a blue bird flew out. Its feathers rang songs of the sea as it flew--a smell of sea salt and cigarette ash swam in the air. For years since we stopped having our morning coffee, all I could see was blue. The world … Continue reading short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.