“If you want your daughter back, meet me at the coffee shop at 708 Fulton,” rasped the voice on the phone.
“Oh Catherine,” I sighed
Ten minutes later I pushed past the familiar stained glass door. The caller sat at a table in the corner, waiting.
“Did you bring it?” asked the gravelly voice.
“Here,” I replied, setting the single serve coffee bags before her.
“Honestly Catherine, why do you insist on bringing your own coffee to a coffee shop.”
My daughter glared drowsily at me.
“You know I can’t function in the morning until I’ve had my coffee and the stuff they serve here is AWFUL!”
Word Count: 107
[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.
To clarify one point, since I was not able to fit it into the story, the cafe has FANTASTIC pastries. And really bad coffee.
I have no idea where this photo was taken and this story is not meant to impugn the quality of coffee of whatever establishment is located there. I’m sure it’s excellent… lol]