My Favorite Mug

Looking into the bottom of my mug, remnants of a couple grounds mixed with a residue of cream, pull my attention from the computer screen. Having permeated the inner walls, the scent of coffee wafts to my nose, despite the now-empty container.

Head Over Heels

Angie grimaced, sliding her feet back into their confinements… A sharp pinch bit her right pinky toe, creating a wavering in Angie‚Äôs step.