Short Story: Coffee Spills
After a small break for deadlines and much needed replenishment it is time to clear the dust from my brain and explode all over this virtual paper.
This is a little story about coffee and the easily influenced brain.
This morning I thought with not much persuasion, “I’d like a mug of coffee.” And I thought this would help me to work. Instead what I found when I guzzled my brew was much perkier brain to control.
You see, my mind has always been filled with rubber ball thoughts, bouncing around my brain. I’m jerked this way and that with no beans in my system so with them couldn’t be great.
I started my day like the writer I am, with a pen and some paper in hand. But as I started to put ink on to paper the shaking in my hand began.
I’m prone to shaking when I’m scared or annoyed but not when I’m writing a story. I new something was up so I slammed down my pen and switched on Radio 00’s. “Blasting out tunes should cure my nerves.” I thought as I started to dance. These tunes were so boppy it was had not to jump filled with energy, right to the brim. Blazing and manic, I hardly noticed that I landed strange on my foot, my ankle got sprained but I didn’t know, I just moved with the radio song.
I climbed a muddy hill and ran back down, despite sarcastic looks from my dog. Then I collapsed at the piano, head on the keys. “That was fun,” I thought. And it’s only 9:30am
I have a headache now.
No more coffee.
And I think I need a job.