My fascination with flash fiction is still as strong as it was. Like I mentioned in And One Pinecone, I’ve been keeping my eyes peeled for photos that spark my imagination. This one did it.
There’s nothing overly special about the coffee on an old cabin stove, but it made me strangely nostalgic. It seems a lot of photos have been doing that (hence “pinecone.”)
I hope you enjoy it!
Old Coffee and Conversations
by Stephanie Pitcher Fishman
“You probably shouldn’t drink that.”
He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, not quite crossing the threshold into the main living space within the cabin. I called it the kitsching room because it was one part kitchen, one part living room, and all parts kitsch.
“No, seriously,” his voice rang loudly in my ears as I brought the cup to my lips, defiance written all over my face. “I honestly don’t know when we washed the pot last, so you could be taking your life into your hands with the next gulp.”
I slurped the hot, creamy liquid for added emphasis. It was a dark roast coffee that was found behind the old tin of saltines mixed with some powdered creamer I remembered to toss into my purse before the trip.
I smiled over the rim of my mug, steam rising and curling around my nose before letting myself slide down into the lump of blankets so they could swallow me up. Winter was always our favorite time of year to head to the cabin. The covering of snow seemed to make the quiet of the mountain even more pronounced. It was heaven.
I tried to see every line of his face – the heavy jaw with just enough stubble to scratch when he kissed me. The curls that showed at his temple when his hair got a little too long. But he was too far away. They were starting to fade from memory.
He was starting to fade. Soon, I wouldn’t remember the sound of his footsteps as he crossed the cold floor in the morning to put wood in the stove. Too soon I wouldn’t smell him on the blankets I was sitting in. It was all happening too soon.
Suddenly, the quiet outside was no longer comforting. It was smothering.
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