Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Modern Fortune Telling

by Ari Collins

I walked right to the table -- past the note where her toaster had been. I lifted her still-warm coffee and, with my pinky, traced the half-circle underneath. The pattern foretold that she'd return. Not soon or happily or when I'd most need her. But she would return.

The coffee was lukewarm and salty.

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