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Jack sipped his coffee, noting its intense bitterness. He took a slice of toast and dunked it into the cup, causing his reflection to ripple in the coffee\u2019s brown. The bread didn\u2019t taste any better. He tossed it back onto the plate, but missed ever-so-slightly, sending it, instead, sliding across the plastic tabletop.<\/p>\n

Crumbs scattered. Jack licked his thumb and pressed it onto a small gathering of them. He could barely even stomach those. Maybe Jack had gotten sick. His mom used to say that his tastebuds would go with the sun, and even though cold season hadn\u2019t yet embraced the town, he supposed he could\u2019ve been its first victim. Jack sagged into the booth. A horsefly landed on the rim of the coffee mug, perhaps smelling the same bitterness. As it circled and jumped from edge to edge, Jack wondered if his new pet ate insects.<\/p>\n

No, he thought, it probably ate dirt. Surely, the diner could spare some of these leftover coffee grounds. \u201cWell, that\u2019s mighty unlike you.\u201d Jack looked up to see Amy standing over him with a fresh pot, ready to pour\u2014her face a bit of a puzzle.<\/p>\n

\u201cThink the flu\u2019s got me.\u201d Jack scratched the unkempt brown beard that dove past his chin before sprawling thinly onto his neck. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Jackie. Those baby blues of yours are fairly red today. You sleeping all right?\u201d Jack smiled even though his eyes were green. \u201cYou got any good coffee in this place?\u201d Truth was, he\u2019d been up the better part of the night trying to fix a loose post on his staircase; a shoddy mending of duct tape and dripping gorilla glue barely held the wood together.<\/p>\n

Amy put a hand on her chest, feigning offense. \u201cAnd here I thought you loved our exotic brew. I guess you just keep coming back for me.\u201d These flirtations weren\u2019t new. In their high school years, one of Amy\u2019s friends suggested he play a game of truth or dare with them. In his naivety, Jack found himself trapped in a game of dare, specifically\u2014for an odd reason, he remembered thinking as a teenager\u2014only with Amy. She\u2019d crushed on him for a while, but Jack had never reciprocated.<\/p>\n

They remained close over the years, nonetheless. Now, Jack felt an odd sense of longing for her. This was new. He smothered the feeling immediately. A bead of sweat formed on his brow. Jack couldn\u2019t tell if the humidity had worsened since he got to the diner or if his sickness had developed that quickly. He didn\u2019t dare think it was her. He reached for another soggy bite of toast. Nothing doing. So, Jack got up from his full cup and uneaten bread and left a ten-dollar bill on the counter.<\/p>\n

At home, Jack leaned over his bathroom sink.<\/p>\n

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Book design and layout by Vestan Pance. ISBN: 978-1-7383580-6-9 eISBN: 978-1-7383580-7-6 For Rose, you helped me bloom. I’m so excited for the garden we will cultivate together. KACEY FLYNN For Maggie and Oskar, my lights in the darkness. JOHN WARD 1kitap1.com\/en FIRST DATE E. Florian Gludovacz Charlene and I had met the old-fashioned way, through mutual friends rather than online, which apparently is pretty rare these days.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t really have an opinion on this, because I\u2019m not very experienced in the dating scene in general. It\u2019s not because of a lack of interest in meeting women, but I\u2019m usually either travelling or too busy with work to socialise much, so it was a welcome surprise when my colleague Bob and his wife Linda introduced us at their dinner party. Charlene was stunningly beautiful with curly blonde hair and a dazzling smile, and best of all, she really seemed to like me.<\/p>\n

We made light, bantering conversation and soon discovered that we both shared a keen interest in food. She was a self-admitted foodie who enjoyed cooking elaborate meals and exploring the city\u2019s restaurant scene in search of new and unusual dishes. I confided that I, too, was partial to culinary adventures. One perk of my frequent business trips\u2014I mentioned casually\u2014was the opportunity to sample exotic local cuisines.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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