Flash Fiction: Coffee Shop

Hello all,

I've been quiet haven't I? Blame the garden. It has kept me away from the computer, and out in the sun and rain. However, I wanted to write up a short flash fiction piece that I started a while ago.

It's never going to win any awards, but it's better (barely) than nothing, I hope 😄

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The barista puts the coffee down on the counter. I'm the only one waiting for a drink.

She reads my name.

Now, there's a curl on her lips and a slight shake of her head.

This is no longer a barista. This is an actor, awaiting the rising of the curtain.

"Justin Time!" she shouts.

Giggles, smirks.

I resolve to start using a fake name.

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Thanks for reading all.