SUGAR IN COFFEE by R. D. Brown

I haven’t taken sugar in my coffee in fifteen years, I can’t drink it if someone puts sugar in it, or even worse one of those syrups people like so much. Fly buzzing around, always reminds of the South of France. I stare into the coffee, willing it to cool down. The first coffee of the day usually gives me an indication of how that day will go.

The fly ends up in my coffee. No more buzzing. I drink it anyway, I don’t care if I drink the fly. What does this mean for the hours ahead?

We drown.

R.D. Brown is back at it as he attempts to slay his greatest writing nemesis – his own inertia. He plans to push his metaphorical boat out this summer and get many, many words onto some pages.

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