The boat glided through the inky black waters of the night. A dog howled in the background. Something was afoot. Perhaps a villain lurked in the shadows. Or perhaps it was all in Jessica’s imagination.
After all, this was her third attempt to get to the corner coffee shop before all the triple vanilla mocha Madagascar cinnamon extra creamy lattes were sold out. The real challenge had been sneaking out without the cat knowing, though. He was such a night owl. A real bird.
Her heels clicked along the darkened street and the coffee shop door opened with a welcoming squeak. Besides the guy behind the counter, she was alone. Latte heaven. She smiled.
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This is a cute (very!) short story, but leaves me with questions. What was the Message Board mini-challenge?
Your setting catches my interest with its hint of intrigue. And, I love the title. (I need to make time to read more of your writing!)
I'm delighted with your comment on my "Tales." Thank you for stopping by :) Now I learn we have more than nursing in common, too---big families!