Some Like it Hot #poetry #coffee

hot coffee

latte froth meets my lips

I seek your aroma

sipping your pleasure

morning’s serenade

replenishing my need

my hands caress you

you steamy rise to my smile

I close my eyes in ecstasy

and drink deep of another day

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Where Did I Lose My Name? #poetry #travel

new name

 

Somewhere between LAX, Charlotte  and Baltimore

I lost my identity

in the airplane engine’s intake

(or in the Starbuck’s line)

I was sucked in

spun about

spit out on a cup

what remains are three letters

that don’t belong to me

I finger them

striving for meaning

squinting for an answer

“L” always a sexy letter

that looks better curvy

saying “linger on my loops”

“I” is almost floating away

in a cloud of after thought

at 30,000 feet

“Z” a backwards s

the sound buzzes through your teeth

rather than hisses

and where am I?

Drowning in remembrance

attached to another name?

or talking in strange tones

after too much helium?

gather up your bags

whoever you are

there is  another leg to life’s journey

regardless of the name

wing

Ever had your name spelled wrong? Been called something else? How do you respond?

What Makes Your Day? #nablopomo #poetry #photography

 

Rising with the day

Reaching past the dawn

writing you haiku

with images I play

connected to the keys

sketchbook in one hand

the pictures of our lives

leaves in my coffee land

The WordPress Photo Challenge this week is “Habits.”  What habits are part of your day???

I guess since I just hit the 1300 post mark I will need to celebrate (with a cup of coffee)

Photography © images by L. Moon 2013

Here’s what some of my favorite photographers do:

 

  1. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Flickr Comments
  2. Daglig promp: Før dottene sammen | brorsadu
  3. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit – Guy behind the Counter
  4. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Stephen Chapman
  5. Friday photo challenge |
  6. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | This, that and the other thing
  7. Habit (Weekly Photo Challenge) | Icezine
  8. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | The Ambitious Drifter
  9. Weekly Photo Challenge :Habit | So where’s the snow?
  10. What is Real? | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  11. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habits | nancy merrill photography
  12. AN ORDINARY THING | SERENDIPITY
  13. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | artishorseshit
  14. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Lucid Gypsy
  15. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | 365 Days of Thank You
  16. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit – Joy and Woe
  17. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Hamburg und Mee(h)r
  18. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit: Caged Smoker | Fika After Fifty Digital Photography and Art
  19. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit: Cooking Lunch | The Eclectic Eccentric Shopaholic
  20. Weekly Photo Challenge – Habit | Chittle Chattle
  21. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Dim Lamp/קנה רצוץ לא ישבור
  22. The Way It Feels | Galen911
  23. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | A mom’s blog
  24. Weekly Photo Challenge – Habit « LargeSelf
  25. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habits | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  26. Just Snaps
  27. Habits | de Wets Wild
  28. weekly photo challenge:Habit | Relax4recovery
  29. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Steve Says….
  30. Weekly Photo Challenge Habit : Sculptures at Meadowlark Gardens | I see beauty all around by rob paine
  31. Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit | Wind Against Current
  32. Weekly Photo Challenge – Habit | Escape from Chaos

“Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning” #photography #poetry

peets

Early in the morning

the dawn and  I do rise

looking as the sun peeks

in my lover’s eyes

driving toward a new day

against a wakening sky

longing for that first cup

my keyboard, blog and I

This weeks wordpress photo challenge prompts us to photograph what we do as we start our day

time to write

see how others start their day:

  1. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | Flickr Comments
  2. Weekly Photo Challenge – Good Morning | Chittle Chattle
  3. Weekly Photography Challenge: Good Morning « Minute Moments
  4. HAPPY 9TH BIRTHDAY, SON! | beyond toxicity
  5. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | I see beauty all around by rob paine
  6. Weekly Photo Challenge – Good Morning | Just Snaps
  7. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | A Journey Called Life …
  8. Photoworld 4-10-13 | ~~~ nur ein “Klick” ~~~ ein Kompendium
  9. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Steve Says….
  10. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Roses at Park
  11. Good Morning! | Papaya Pieces
  12. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | yarnwuseleien
  13. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! Still Water…Smooth Sailing. | Cali Girl Says…
  14. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Around and About The Pacific Northwest
  15. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | The Eclectic Eccentric Shopaholic
  16. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | castelsarrasin
  17. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Captured With My Phone, iPhoneography
  18. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Lotus, Red-wattled Lapwing, Peacock
  19. Good Morning (Weekly Photo Challenge) | Icezine
  20. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Flowers and Bridge
  21. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! « The World According to Me…
  22. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – RAINY OCTOBER MORNING | SERENDIPITY
  23. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Details of Flower & Butterfly
  24. A Morning Cuppa | The Urge To Wander
  25. Aquatic Protest of Powerlines in Rio Dulce | The Life NomadikThe Life Nomadik
  26. Cold mornings | trädgårdssurr
  27. Morning glory (and hibiscus) | follow your nose
  28. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | paintedwords
  29. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! (and GO GATORS!) | Project Remnant Redo
  30. Good Morning is it? We’ll try again tomorrow. | Reinvention of Mama
  31. Weekly Photo Challenge – Good Morning! « LargeSelf
  32. My.Vivid.Visions | Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Duck, Lovers, Rose Garden
  33. This and That | The Cracked Lens
  34. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  35. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | littlegirlstory
  36. Quintet | Warm memories from the heart of Mother Russia
  37. Good Morning … I think « Thoughts of a Lunatic
  38. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | mattvonp
  39. Breakfast of champions… | Life of a Fallen Angel
  40. WordPress weekly photo challenge: Good Morning! | Perfecting Motherhood
  41. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | Charles Ray’s Ramblings
  42. Buongiorno! | Neva Samaki
  43. Testing a new ski track | Village & Countryside Tourism
  44. Janwilk’s Weblog
  45. WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: GOOD MORNING! | TANIA FUENTEZ MEDIA
  46. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Jasper Smits
  47. Rural Tourism in Russia: Gathering apples | Village & Countryside Tourism
  48. Good Morning False Bay! | Nature on the Edge
  49. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Dim Lamp/קנה רצוץ לא ישבור
  50. Weekly Photo Challenge / B4 Retouch: Good Morning (Bonjour!) | What’s (in) the picture?
  51. “Good Morning!” | “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”
  52. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | A mom’s blog
  53. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! – Joy and Woe
  54. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | belgradestreets
  55. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | What Is It?!?
  56. :: WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | Belo Horizonte daily photo
  57. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! « Sasieology
  58. “Good Morning!!!” | ilargia64
  59. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Cyan Skies
  60. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | 2812 photography
  61. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Ese’ s Voice
  62. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | At least we made it this far…
  63. weekly photo challenge – good morning! | myguiltypleasures
  64. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | Jake Kuyser
  65. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | MKG- Memories-Keepsakes-Gifts
  66. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | The Ambitious Drifter
  67. Weekly Photo Challenge – Good Morning! | Endless Skys
  68. Morning (seen on the way to the bus stop) Weekly photo challenge | Chronicles of a Public Transit User
  69. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | That Time In
  70. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning! | The Human Rights Warrior
  71. Good morning! | de Wets Wild
  72. Good morning! Again! | de Wets Wild
  73. Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning | MixerUpper.com
  74. Breakfast in Paris | Thirdeyemom

My First Cup #coffee #haiku

hot coffee

Inhale in the morn

aroma wakens senses

stirs me in a trance

***

stirs me in a trance

steamy liquid taunting me

warmth between my lips

***

Warmth between my lips

the welcome kiss of my days

longing for more

Carpe Diem has a wonderful prompt “Coffee” and so I willingly join in. Kristjaan has a wonderful place where people join in and share their haiku.

Have a cup of haiku hot java

Photography “Java” L. Moon 2013 copyright

Read This in the Morning #poetry

Read this in the morning

as you push away my hair

my eyes are not yet open

fingers gently care

****

Read this in the morning

as you pull away at dawn

the coffee’s set and brewing

the haze is not yet gone

****

Read this in the morning

as you steady climb the hill

traffic keeps your focus

leaving me against your will

***

Read this in the morning

as you slide into your seat

your love is softly dreaming

our lips in them will meet

****

Read this in the morning

smile at my picture there

our love like a flower blooming

life together gladly shared

Have a Cup on Me part 3 #halloween #shortstory #microfiction

“We won’t have any women in our town soon” the police chief yelled as he “lost it” the next morning.

“This guy isn’t consistent. He strangles some and poisons others.”

“Maybe we have a tag along murderer.” The homicide detective conjectured.

“What?”

“Maybe this is two murderers not one.”

“We can’t handle two murderers! This town is too small.”

“Maybe we should evacuate all females from the town.”

The homicide detective thought “these guys are so small town…”

****

The flirty guy went into the coffee shop and started making time with the barista. “Come out with me tonight baby.”

“Sorry, I don’t think my football player, boyfriend would approve.” The barista smiled coldly.

“Then don’t tell him.”

She turned and walked away without giving him his order, but she did get his name and phoned the police. They were too late but they had a name.

“I’ll take you home tonight, I saw how that creep looked at you today.”

“That’s so sweet of you but…”

“No arguments.”

“Well, ok.” The barista had to admit she liked the attention.

****

“All the victims reported this morning were strangled,sir.” The detective from metro scratched his head in confusion.

***

The barista giggled as she looked her co-worker in the eye at work.

****

It seemed like a seesaw or a competition to the police force. The tally was: ten poisoned twelve strangled. The next day” fifteen were poisoned fifteen were strangled. The police could never pin anything on the guy who liked to take women out.

***

“Coffee’s probably the safest thing on Halloween” the sultry lady said to her date.

“Yeh baby let’s put something in that coffee.” The barista rolled her eyes as she noticed the guy’s over- powering cologne.

The coffee shop was open late; even with the threat, it seemed people wanted to drink coffee rather than go home.

The barista left before closing; her manager insisted.

She made dinner for herself and her friend.

***

“The final tally after Halloween is 20 poisoned ladies and 30 strangulations.”

“No women were poisoned on Halloween” the police chief smirked. “Why?”

“Maybe the person was caught, sick, or busy.” the homicide detective  chimed up.

****

He came in the next morning. Mr “I can have any woman I want.” The barista leaned over. “Hey baby you want a date?” ” Yeh baby sure any time. ” “Well I tell ya what lemme make up a special brew for you and we can talk about it hmmm tomorrow.” The barista made a Venti with a little bit of “everything” in it.

Later that afternoon, the police found the man. They knew it was him by positive identification of the vehicle. He was dead. Had he committed suicide? The autopsy report showed the same poison that the women had been killed with.

The barista stopped to say “goodbye” to her manager and her workers. “Yeh I think I’ll feel safer back in the big city.”

“But the papers say they caught the guy.”

“I’d hate to find out that they only caught one of them” the barista said with a wink to no one in particular.

A pretty woman waved to the man painting a new city limits sign. She noted the population: 1951.

****

Happy Halloween to all of you hopefully you have a safe eve. Remember to have a latte – on me!

Have a Cup on Me part 2 #halloween #microfiction

The journalists had laughed at the first note

“Death will reign come Halloween Night.”

No one laughed,  when the first reports got phoned in. All seemed to be the same cause- a lethal poison. All the victims were attractive women.

The Times got a new note:

“More Each Day.”

No one, at the paper, noticed the note was arranged differently. In the first, the letters were ripped out; this one the letters were cut out – neatly.

The paper’s headline read:

“…  a pretty lady with silver bangles was found in her car this morning”

****

Life kept buzzing in the coffee shop. The drama never ceased neither did the foreboding in the headlines each morning leading up to Halloween.

“Ten women total and the police have no clues.”

“I feel terrible for the families.” A young woman whispered to her boyfriend.

“Maybe you should go out-of-town for a few days,” he said with loving eyes.

The barista looked over at the two for a moment envying their closeness.

Later that day… a woman was obviously meeting a man for the first time. The barista winked “not sure about that one…” The blonde winked back “I’ve been on lots of dates. Ya never know…”

“These are scary times “the barista added.

The blonde smiled, “I’m a big girl.”

A scream was heard in the back of the coffee shop. There was momentary mahem as some people rushed for an exit while others rushed toward the scream.

“It’s ok folks it was just a mouse” the barista grinned knowing on most days the news of a mouse would empty the coffee shop; today it brought people closer together.

*****

The next morning more deaths were reported. Among the deaths – a blond who thought she could handle life and a young woman whose boyfriend was grieved that she had not listened and gone out-of-town as he asked.

****

“Sir, some of the victims were strangled and others were poisoned.”

“Guy likes to mix it up, obviously.” the chief scowled.

****

“I’m not sure if you girls should be working especially since it seems several of the women were customers here the same day they died. Maybe he waits outside for the customers,” the manager’s face whitened. “Then we will be sure not to be customers here,” the barista tried to lighten the mood.

“Ok, but if either of you feel you need to then you can have the rest of the week off.”

***

“Nothing ever happens in this sleepy little town” the police chief pounded his fist on an oak desk. He hated contacting the metro police but needed help in solving this crime asap.

That afternoon a detective went to the coffee shop to talk to several of the staff. “Anything unusual the past few days?” No one could recall.

“Well there was this one weird, middle-aged guy who has met two different women for coffee.” the barista remembered.

“Yeah, he seemed really full of himself, acting like a big shot, as he bought his date a Venti. I call that a big spender.”

“Have you ever seen him before?”

“No. Never,” all the baristas agreed.

“Ok give me a description and if you see him again get his name off his credit card and try to delay him.” The detective was writing in his notebook.

***

A pretty young woman ran in late toward the end of the shift. The guy at the cash register asked ” what is a beautiful lady like you doing out so late?”

“I lost my wallet today and I just got off work at the spa. I hope I left it here.”

“Well pretty lady” he smiled “Let me look in our lock box. Can you describe it?”

“Yes, it’s brown leather with a gold clasp.”

“Looks like you’re in luck” the cashier said valiantly as he handed the wallet to her.

“How ’bout one for the road” the barista smiled “Coffee’s getting dumped. This one’s on me.”

“I could use something a bit stronger” the woman giggled with a strain in her voice gratefully taking the coffee and leaving a tip.

“Liquor store’s around the corner.”

Neither the barrista nor the gal with the wallet noticed a guy preening himself in a dark Camero.

*****

to be continued…

Photograph “Coffee’s on me” by L. Moon copyright 10/2012

Have a Cup on Me part #1 – 3 #halloween #microfiction #coffee

What better way to stir up the halloween season then with a coffee murder or two…

 

 

It was a sunny fall day and a dark vehicle stopped in a sleepy town that was barely on the map. The driver noted the population: 2001.

“Make that a Venti…”

“Here you are,” the attractive barista said pleasantly.

“Hmm maybe I’ll stay awhile,” the traveler pondered.

****

“Oh pleez,” someone slapped down the newspaper. “The Times received a note made from magazine clippings and now the town is all up in arms? Who’s up for reelection or appointment or…”

“How cliché and zodiac killerish” another reader frowned.

The barista smiled. People didn’t realize how far their voices carried in “her” shop.

“No woman will be safe…” Another patron read.

“Well leave it to the media for taking the Pre-Halloween hype a little too far,” her companion chuckled, “What better way to get people “up” for the holiday than concoct a killer scenario?”

“This is way too sleepy a town to draw any attention for a psycho- killer. That’s why I moved here.” The older woman sighed. “Now the City’s another story.”

“The sidewalks roll up by ten not enough time for a proper killer.” Someone chuckled at the absurdity of the notion.

***

The barista loved the bustle of the coffee shop and was glad the cool weather was bringing people in. The news didn’t scare her. She smiled and kept serving coffee drinks.

“What a hoax,” she heard from the far end of the shop.

People were tittering like the birds getting ready for winter. But the coffee house always seemed a flutter about something.

***

The mood was a little more somber the next morning over the traditional latte. “How can this happen? We aren’t even on the grid,” his southern accent came out loud and clear.

“Darling we can’t expect psycho-paths to obey the rules. Now can we?” his silver- bangled, pretty wife simpered over her chai.

“It just doesn’t make sense” a wife said quietly to her husband hoping the children hadn’t seen  or heard the news.

The baristas were busier than usual on this Sunday. Newspapers and coffees were selling like hotcakes. “Murder sure has a bustling effect on business,” the barista thought.

***

“Damn! The last death we had was when Mrs. Flanergy was run over by the milkman.” The chief was outraged with the news of three deaths the night before.

We have contacted all the female shop owners in town. They are closing down early. All female employees are advised to be off the streets early.”

“Should we do a radio broadcast, sir?”

“Let’s not sound too big an alarm. Not yet.” the chief squirmed,

****

“Please, go straight home” all the shop owners emphasized to their female employees. The town seemed barren and quiet as the sun receded. It seemed a little too Twilight Zone.

She looked around the dark, misty, parking lot. Her walk home was almost a run. She could almost hear  screams echoing  in the night air. The screams were always followed by death. The coffee barista had no desire to be out late.

****

The journalists had laughed at the first note

“Death will reign come Halloween Night.”

No one laughed,  when the first reports got phoned in. All seemed to be the same cause, a lethal poison. All the victims were attractive women.

The Times got a new note:

“More Each Day Until Spooks Come Out…”

No one, at the paper, noticed the note was arranged differently. In the first, the letters were ripped out; this one the letters were cut out – neatly.

The paper’s headline read:

“…  a pretty lady with silver bangles was found in her car this morning.”

****

Life kept buzzing in the coffee shop. The drama never ceased neither did the foreboding in the headlines each morning leading up to Halloween.

“Ten women total and the police have no clues.”

“I feel terrible for the families.” A young woman whispered to her boyfriend.

“Maybe you should go out-of-town for a few days,” he said with loving eyes.

The barista looked over at the two for a moment envying their closeness.

Later that day… a woman was obviously meeting a man for the first time.

The barista winked, “not sure about that one…”

The blonde winked back, “I’ve been on lots of dates. Ya never know…”

“These are scary times, “the barista added.

The blonde smiled, “I’m a big girl.”

A scream was heard in the back of the coffee shop. There was momentary mayhem as some people rushed for an exit while others rushed toward the scream.

“It’s ok folks it was just a mouse” the barista grinned knowing on most days the news of a mouse would empty the coffee shop; today it brought people closer together.

*****

The next morning more deaths were reported. Among the deaths – a blond who thought she could handle life and a young woman whose boyfriend was grieved that she had not listened and gone out-of-town as he asked.

****

“Sir, some of the victims were strangled and others were poisoned.”

“Guy likes to mix it up, obviously.” the chief scowled.

****

“I’m not sure if you girls should be working especially since it seems several of the women were customers here the same day they died. Maybe he waits outside for the customers,” the manager’s face whitened. “Then we will be sure not to be customers here,” the barista tried to lighten the mood.

“Ok, but if either of you feel you need to go then you can have the rest of the week off.”

***

“Nothing ever happens in this sleepy little town,” the police chief pounded his fist on an oak desk. He hated contacting the metro police but needed help in solving this crime asap.

That afternoon a detective went to the coffee shop to talk to several of the staff. “Anything unusual the past few days?” No one could recall.

“Well there was this one weird, middle-aged guy who has met two different women for coffee.” the barista remembered.

“Yeah, he seemed really full of himself, acting like a big shot. He bought his date a Venti. I call that a big spender.”

“Have you ever seen him before?”

“No. Never,” all the baristas agreed.

“Ok give me a description and if you see him again get his name off his credit card and try to delay him.” The detective was writing in his notebook.

***

A pretty young woman ran in late toward the end of the shift. The guy at the cash register asked ” what is a beautiful lady like you doing out so late?”

“I lost my wallet today and I just got off work at the spa. I hope I left it here.”

“Well pretty lady” he smiled “Let me look in our lock box. Can you describe it?”

“Yes, it’s brown leather with a gold clasp.”

“Looks like you’re in luck” the cashier said valiantly as he handed the wallet to her.

“How ’bout one for the road,” the barista smiled “Coffee’s getting dumped. This one’s on me.”

“I could use something a bit stronger” the woman giggled with a strain in her voice gratefully taking the coffee and leaving a tip.

“Liquor store’s around the corner.”

Neither the barrista nor the gal with the wallet noticed a guy preening himself in a dark Camero.

*****

“We won’t have any women in our town soon” the police chief yelled as he “lost it” the next morning.

“This guy isn’t consistent. He strangles some and poisons others.”

“Maybe we have a tag along murderer.” The homicide detective conjectured.

“What?”

“Maybe this is two murderers not one.”

“We can’t handle two murderers! This town is too small.”

“Maybe we should evacuate all females from the town.”

The homicide detective thought “these guys are so small town…”

****

The flirty guy went into the coffee shop and started making time with the barista. “Come out with me tonight baby.”

“Sorry, I don’t think my football player, boyfriend would approve.” The barista smiled coldly.

“Then don’t tell him.”

She turned and walked away without giving him his order, but she did get his name and phoned the police. They were too late but they had a name.

“I’ll take you home tonight, I saw how that creep looked at you today.”

“That’s so sweet of you but…”

“No arguments.”

“Well, ok.” The barista had to admit she liked the attention.

****

“All the victims reported this morning were strangled,sir.” The detective from metro scratched his head in confusion.

***

The barista giggled as she looked her co-worker in the eye at work.

****

It seemed like a seesaw or a competition to the police force. The tally was: ten poisoned and twelve strangled. The next day: fifteen were poisoned fifteen were strangled. The police could never pin anything on the guy who liked to take women out.

***

“Coffee’s probably the safest thing on Halloween,” the sultry lady said to her date.

“Yeh baby, let’s put something in that coffee.” The barista rolled her eyes as she noticed the guy’s over- powering cologne.

The coffee shop was open late; even with the threat, it seemed people wanted to drink coffee rather than go home.

The barista left before closing; her manager insisted.

She made dinner for herself and her friend.

***

“The final tally after Halloween is 20 poisoned ladies and 30 strangulations.”

“No women were poisoned on Halloween” the police chief smirked. “Why?”

“Maybe the person was caught, sick, or busy.” the homicide detective  chimed up.

****

He came in the next morning. Mr I can have any woman I want.

The barista leaned over. “Hey baby, you want a date?”

” Yeh baby, sure any time. ”

“Well I tell ya what lemme make up a special brew for you and we can talk about it hmmm tomorrow.” The barista made a Venti with a little bit of “everything” in it.

Later that afternoon, the police found the man. They knew it was him by positive identification of the vehicle. He was dead. Had he committed suicide? The autopsy report showed the same poison that the women had been killed with.

The barista stopped to say “goodbye” to her manager and her workers. “Yeh I think I’ll feel safer back in the big city.”

“But the papers say they caught the guy.”

“I’d hate to find out that they only caught one of them” the barista said with a wink to no one in particular.

A pretty woman waved to the man painting a new city limits sign. She noted the population: 1951.

****

Happy Halloween to all of you hopefully you have a safe eve. Remember to have a latte – on me!

Photograph “Coffee’s on me” by L. Moon copyright 10/2012

Never Mix Business with Pleasure

It was another late night at the office. I had to get that damned report done and on the President’s desk by 8 am. He always had these last-minute jobs for me. But he had dangled the carrot – the promotion, the bigger office, the fat raise. The coffee was the way I liked it cup for cup. One cup of the finest grounds from my favorite coffee place, and one cup filtered water – black. Forget the sweeteners and the sickly sweet additives. Black coffee was for the serious coffee drinker.

I was finishing up the last touches of my fifty page report when my mind started slipping into a day dream (night dream to be exact.) I was reflecting back on how I got to this place and time. I could feel the impressive resume, on expensive vellum, in my hands. I could see the lettering bold and professional: MBA from Stanford University, the long list of internships at Fortune 500 companies…  I debated between the black suit and the blue suit. In the end, the black suit with the blue silk blouse and the four-inch black pumps won out. I’d  had plenty of practice with the perfect look courtesy my hair dresser not Stanford University.  I wasn’t one of those prudes with the tightly pulled back hair.There is nothing wrong with looking pretty for an interview and I did. My hair and makeup spoke business but a little flirty and the perfect accents: diamond stud earrings, gold necklace, diamond tennis bracelet. At the last-minute,  I unbuttoned another two buttons on my blouse. Why? I do not know.

The interview was perfect. When the VP of Ops asked me what my favorite wine was, I was taken aback (in my mind) but without the slightest hesitation answered “Merlot.”  “Hmm he said that happens to be mine as well. If you get the job, you wouldn’t want to join me at The Park for dinner on Friday?” “That would be charming,” I smiled just a bit of a twinkle in my eye.  No one told me about this part of the interview process at Stanford.  Should a figured.

Dinner at The Park was classy; the Merlot was excellent. When he asked me back to his place, I politely said, “no!” I had to draw the line some where; after all sleeping with the boss was not part of business 101.

I shook my head wearily finishing the report. The report was neatly placed on my boss’ desk. As I drove back to my place, I tried to gather my thoughts and dream of the bigger office. I quietly shut the kitchen door behind me. As I climbed into bed, I slid my arms around him. “The report is on your desk.”

“Coffee maker and coffee is in your new office. Merlot for tomorrow night- pool side. Clothing optional,” he murmured with a sleepy kiss.

We had both agreed, early on in our relationship, not to mix business with pleasure. We never did.

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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.

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