On the way to the town, he pondered about the swordfish, it's elusvie appearances through the previous four years, and what he would return to after eating at the Coffee Cup.
Nevermind that, this Coffee Cup place sounds wonderful. After all, what with that massive camera, I'm sure to capture at least a glimpse of the confounded fish, Ellis consoled himself in his thoughts. Soon after he arrived at the acclaimed coffee shop, run by Vinny and Penny.
Walking in, he was greeted by kindly friends and acquaintances from the small town. The shop smelled of the fragrant taste of hazelnuts, cocoa, and creme. Grabbing a menu, and taking a seat at the counter, he asked the waitress about the coffee shop, and how it became so famous.
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So ya see, I been wonderin' if ya could give me a bit o' history behin' this place?"
The waitress smiled and replied, "Well you see Mister Ellis, it all began with a 1959 Chevrolet, and that big ol' swordfish on the wall back down thataways." She gestured to the large, aqua swordfish hanging serenely upon the wall. "Our founder good ol' Mr. Vinny caught that bad boy down in the coasts of Mexico on his honeymoon, and he and Mrs. Penny love that thing like their own child."
Ellis simply gave a brief thank you, and ordered an Iced Caramel Macchiato from the menu. The waitress returned shortly thereafter with his beverage. Over the pleasing, dark, and rich taste of his macchiato, he attempted to ameliorate his fears that the swordfish in the pond had been after all, a mere glimmer in the dark
The bartender shot him a confused look but obliged, and returned shortly with two drinks. George turned to the seat next to him, in it sat Lennie with his denim coat and black hat. His pale eyes wandered around the room, inspecting nothing in particular.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
At the same time: Snap-Whoosh-Growl-Snap-Whoosh-Growl! Return with a fierceness, causing the rest of the men to separate into two groups with some moving to the left in search of the origin of the beastly sounds and the others moving to the right, combining their numbers with those searching for their missing brethren, while Gottlieb stays behind.
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
They fell into a long silence. Sam finished his beer. Antonello’s second glass of wine sat untouched. They turned to watch the chef in his checked pants and white jacket leaning across the pool table, the cue aimed at a ball in the far corner, he was completely focused on the game, taking his time, shifting to the right and then back, and then again, as if nothing else existed. It took him three shots to finish the game. The barman laughed, ‘At this rate I’ll still be paying for your drinks into the next
Prologue 2015 – Villa Forenza Senior Apartments Las Vegas, Nevada You would think that a woman surrounded by so much drama in life, wouldn’t go nuts over people knowing she was found catatonic—but you'd be wrong. When ‘Crazy Ava’ learned that the biddies of Villa Forenza had stared right inside of her door as paramedics treated her, she was livid. “You were directly inside the open door, lying on the couch,” Blanche Davis told her. Blanche was a woman who had been in style a century ago.
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
Naturally, I glanced behind me because I hadn’t seen nor heard what she was suddenly so scared of, so of course whatever it was must’ve been to my back. I turned slowly, setting my coffee down on the table in front of us, and searched for whatever it was that set her off. But I only caught sight of a small fruit fly zooming around my head, so I swatted at it until it flew somewhere else to fulfill its
It was an ordinary day at the bacon factory until they came. Two men in dark black suits and dark shades walked in the factory demanding everybody to leave at once. They told the workers there that they were from the F.D.A. Then they began saying that the factory did not meet health standards,and it was not fit for bacon manufacturing. I knew something was up but the worst was...i believed them.
Six years ago, My Mom, Dad, Sister and I started fostering a kitten named Buttercup, then named her Stella after we adopted her. Buttercup was her old name, along with her sister Butterscotch and brother Butterball. My family and I loved Stella. Stella is my version of a living treasure, even with her flaws I wouldn’t change anything about her. She's sweet, loving, and gives me someone to talk to who doesn’t criticize. She was my world, and still is. Stella has pure vanilla white hair, chocolatey-brown spots, and yellow eyes like sunflowers. Now she is six years old and I hope she stays with me for a long time. I’ll tell this story starting at the beginning at my house in Atlanta, Georgia, the place where I grew up.
Moe’s Cafe After my trashy car broke down I decided to head toward Moe’s Cafe. I sat down at the first booth on the left. The place looked horrible, there were cockroaches crawling all around the floor. Dust clunks are scattered around the ground.
Hey Folks! Welcome to the bar scene! We're so glad you've joined the ranks of veteran boozers and newby Fireball guzzlers! Let me start off by saying, unequivocally, we wouldn't have a job if it wasn't for you. We appreciate you've stepped through those hallowed doors, and into our welcoming arms (and cash registers).
I guess you want to know all the sordid details huh ? Hmmm. Well. Let me start with an introduction to the scenario. I'd already had a slave before but she wasn't behaving so I had to cut the bitch loose. It was a real shame. She was a real looker too. But oh well. I was cruising the bar circuit as is my usual. I went to the downtown core to scope out my next target but from what I saw there was nothing interesting around until the wee hours of the night when I was getting in my car and this young lady asked me for a light for her cigarette. Oh she was a looker, just like the one before. Long blonde hair that cascaded to the middle of her back, a generous pair of tits and wow, what a pair of legs. I was so stunned by her I almost forgot why I went out that night. I remember giving her a light so I'd have an excuse to strike up conversation. Just enough to stall her from leaving. She'd agreed to gab a bit so we both had a cigarette and talked in my car. The night air was a little cool so I turned on the car to keep us
...tow upon him the humanity we so brutally robbed him of the previous night. The counter clerk replied that he came into the restaurant often, ordered a cup of coffee, sat at the same booth in the dark corner, and slowly sipped the hot contents as if savoring every last drop of the civilization it provided.
Three cups of coffee greeted me this morning. It was all lukewarm, since I made it about four or five hours ago. The second cup is alone in my kitchen sink, right beside the disposal. I’m waiting for him to come back for coffee, but he’s taking far too long.