Eileen’s hand shook as she reached for the sugar bowl. Her movements were erratic as she spooned the eighth teaspoon into the demitasse. The inky liquid neared the brim.
She absently lolled the spoon aroud before dipping it back into the sugar. When she put it to her lips, she gagged on the syrup.
The coffee slipped down the drain as she thought of the last time she remembered eating. “What day was he here?”
The first month is over. That means a 75-word upper limit. This flash comes in on the money featuring the word erratic.
Did you miss the post yesterday? Finding the Path is out! Stop by RedmundPro to pick up your copy of the book and see who got a country of their own.
How many flashes have you done? Have you been to see some of the newest flashers? Drop by their places and tell them I sent you. Do wipe your feet. It is only polite.
Who is he?
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