Sunday, May 23, 2004
coffee
the man looks at the cup of coffee in front of him. A thin vapour curls up and diasappear. He can't smell the coffee. His throat is dry, eyes are wet. With trembling fingers, he tried to lift the cup. But the fingers, seemed boneless, the cup rolled of table and crash on the floor. spilt coffee on the white lino. Black on white.
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