I'm falling behind with these...

[robinbloke]

The coffee was cooling slowly, small wisps of steam curling from the black liquid as he stared at it blankly.
The cafe was virtually empty, just a bored looking waitress, the cook and a businessman reading his morning paper.
She said she'd be here.
Time passed.
He looked out the window; it was mid afternoon, the sun casting long shadows over the square outside.
His coffee was long since cold now, the waitress was occasionally throwing him annoyed looks as he moped, remembering the night before.
With a sigh he stood slowly and walked outside.
She said she'd be here.

~Edited - thanks to RBS~

Comments

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

"...each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone".

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Not heard that song in what seems like forever...