Writing Exercise: FACT VS. FICTION (a.k.a – The Dancing Mugs) or Assignment Numero Uno, Gracias, Senior. [A:1.5]
Coffee. AM. Before thinking. Before driving. Before doing or being. Just. Coffee. Coffee and dancing elephants. Skirts twirling on elephants. Skirts polka-dotted and glittering. Dancing polka-dotted elephants. And Coffee. One of the elephants, the young light toned one with heavily rouged cheeks, steps forward. Pours herself a cup. Sits down across the table from me and says, “Do you know what’s in your coffee?”
“Pfhht. No.” I reply, “besides caffeine and goodness? How about the kick we all need for pretending social grace.” I sip again. And again. Another sip. Loud slurps. Sweet slurps. Creamy, loud, sweet slurps of Goodness Social Graces. The large pink elephant with bright polka-dot and glitter skirt looked down, smoothed out a ruffle, adjusted her tankini top and smirked, “your coffee is spiked.”
I nod. “You’re cute. Wanna go out later?”
“I’m into bulls,” she replied.
“So am I. Into bulls. Guys. Whatever. As friends. We could go out.”
Just friends and coffee.