Pieces of fiction

December is a revolutionary month: an incomplete story.

“You, me, and a cup of coffee,” he said. “I don’t like to share,” I asserted. “What?” he looked confused. “You said a cup of coffee which implies that we will be drinking out of one cup. I like my coffee in a particular way and I don’t like to share,” I tried to explain.… Continue reading December is a revolutionary month: an incomplete story.