Every morning at exactly 8, she’d come in with her coffee mug while wearing the stupidest sunglasses. They were big and round, like those you would wear to the New-Year-Eve party in Times Square. After one of us baristas filled her mug, she would sit in the corner table with a book as thick as a brick. Occasionally, she would glance up as if she was scanning the room with laser eyes before returning to read the same page over and over.
Today, however, she set her mug on the table and carefully balanced her glasses on top and with her book in tow, she walked out. “Hey miss, you forgot your coffee,” I shouted after her but she was gone, nowhere to be seen.
I returned to the counter and took the next customer’s order but my attention remained on that mug and glasses. There was something about them I couldn’t shake. I should investigate during my break, I promised myself but it was gone by then. What happened to them, I may never know.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.