55 word fiction

April 21st, 2014

Starbucks Luck

Excited nervousness swarms through her like an army of tiny ants; she casually dips her index finger, swirling light foam into the dark warm liquid.

“Gotcha!” a voice whispers.

Jolted and surprised, coffee leaps, twirls, and dances, spraying ugly brown patterns on her chambray shirt and white pants. Shooooot! The interview begins in fifteen minutes.


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