39-The Little Things

The beautiful scent of brewed coffee dominated the air, effortlessly covering up every other scent that was meant to be in the room. I could feel my insides twist and myself salivate absentmindedly at the thought up sipping my favorite thing ever, the traditional way instead of the usual one from my coffee maker. 

 

She said she used to work at a particular café in the town when she was 18 and so when I told her how much I loved caffeine, she was off to her kitchen to put those dusty brewing equipment to work. Her words though, not mine. Her house was perfect and warm, embracing me with the goodness of a home. It was small on the outside but big enough for the little family of three---two now. Framed pictures lined the surfaces of the house. One was a picture of her, smiling brightly in the arms of her now dead husband. And the rest was, well pretty much the same. Her husband and her, on the beach , at a party, was it Halloween? At the hospital with their