This is sort of a scatterbrained attempt at a drabble. I doubt if anyone can understand it anyway. And to let people know, my compy's on the blender, so…yeah. Thankfully all stories are on a disk.
Coffee
By Glue Project
He hated coffee, its bitter taste more foul in his mouth than anything else he could think of. He hated its bite, he hated the black pitch color it wore. He hated that it grew more bitter with time.
And still he drank it, drowning it in sugar and cream, knowing all the while that the sweetness and softness was fake.
After all…
A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down…He grabbed his gun.