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Short Story Sunday #23

Goal: 700-800 Words

Hailey stared at Lindsay with a raised eyebrow. Her emerald eyes shifted between her friend’s coffee cup and her friend. Three, four, five… Hailey counted in her head. Would Lindsay ever put the spoon down and just take a sip of her hot beverage?

“You put way too much sugar in there.” Hailey said in astonishment as Lindsay scooped up her sixth spoonful of sugar and dumping it into her mug. The liquid looked as though it was going to pour over the rim if she added any more.

“You don’t put enough.” Lindsay stated in a calm tone. She smirked at her friend while stirring the spoon inside her 12 oz porcelain mug. She tapped the edge of the spoon on the cup’s rim and then set it down in the kitchen sink.

Hailey winced as she watched Lindsay take a gulp of her drink. Steam still raised out of the mug which was why Hailey was waiting to drink her own coffee. Yet, if Lindsay could put six tablespoons of sugar in her drink, then the burn most likely wasn’t bothering her.

It was eight o’clock in the morning and Hailey was stifling a yawn. She was usually able to wake up on her own pretty well in the morning. She didn’t drink coffee much like her friend did, but she was having a cup now because Lindsay had forced it upon her.

Lindsay sighed happily after placing her mug down back down on the counter. She picked the spoon out of the sink, rinsed it, and tossed it into the dishwasher. The spoon was the only object sitting in there. It would have been better to just hand wash it.

With Lindsay’s back turned, Hailey peered into Lindsay’s mug and her eyes grew wide. Lindsay had all ready drunk about half of her coffee. Her eyes shot over to the coffee pot and that was still half full as well. Hailey was sure this wasn’t going to be her friend’s only cup this morning.

“What are you looking at?” Lindsay picked up her mug breaking Hailey out of her thoughts. She took another swig of her coffee not taking her eyes off of Hailey.

“Where did you get these mugs?” Hailey raised hers a little higher examining it.

It was pearly white with red and pink flowers and green leaves and vines curling and swirling around the bottom edges. It made the flower designs look complete. The mugs shined brightly as though they had never been used before. If that was the case, Hailey could only imagine the brown coffee stains that would take over the inside and rim of the mugs soon enough.

“They were my grandmother’s.” Lindsay replied curtly. She too held up her mug to examine it. “Pretty, isn’t it? I guess they used to be her great-great grandmother’s or something like that. The mugs kept getting passed down. It’s a set of four and there’s another set of four, but they look different. They’re similar, but they have seashells on it and things like that.”

“Wow,” Hailey stared at her mug more amazed than she was before. “Honestly, I’m kind of surprised that they’re still around after all these generations.”

Lindsay sighed, “Yeah, most people get jewels or something of the like passed down to them. Nope, I get mugs.”

“Well, your entire family drinks coffee as though it’s water. So it makes sense.” Hailey suppressed a laugh.

“I guess so.”

“I’m curious as to how you and all your grandmothers managed to keep them so clean.” Hailey took another sip of her coffee. She quit coffee a long time ago and she forgot how wonderful it tasted.

“Oh, they’ve never been used.” Lindsay said with a shrug. She poured more coffee from the pot into her mug. She held up the pot looking at her friend. “Did you want anymore?”

“No thanks,” Hailey shook her head. Her mug was still a little over half full.

“Okay,” Lindsay poured the rest into her mug, “I’m going to make another pot anyway in case you change your mind.”

“Um,” Hailey ignored her as she peered into her own cup, “why haven’t these been used, may I ask?”

“Oh, they’re really special. Collectibles or something like that,” Lindsay replied nonchalantly. “They’re worth a ton of money if they’re not used. That’s why they’ve never been used, but only passed down to the grandchildren. It’s because family is worth more than money… something like that.”

“Makes sense,” Hailey nodded with a sigh, “except in your case, coffee is more important than money.”

“True that,” Lindsay smirked. She picked up another spoon and began to count out her spoonfuls of sugar.

Words: 782

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Born and raised in Massachusetts, Rachel Poli is a writer and blogger. She has an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Education and a bachelor’s degree in English Studies. She enjoys writing young adult novels, middle-grade, and children’s picture books. She is currently working on her first novel.

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