18.6.12

little coffee shop.


The little coffee shop on the corner. There's something so surreal about those little buildings, with the smell of coffee beans wafting through the air as the door is opened and quickly shut again. Maybe it's the lonely nostalgia it enthralls, perhaps of a past love one might have spent their time with at the cozy table by the window on a blistery afternoon. Or maybe just nostalgia for familiar faces and laughter that was swept away with the wind. Sitting there alone, one could easily and obviously stare past the outrageously large picture window on a world of what could have been. Even as the smoke curls deliciously above the hand-warming cup of coffee- a slowly fading memory.
- © katie daughtry 


short story I wrote on my tumblr.

14 comments:

  1. i mean... yeah. i am in awe.

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  2. speechless.

    (no, seriously.)

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  3. oh my goodness.
    wow.
    (and great photos of coffee mugs...you make me want to go to a coffee shop!)
    xoxo

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  4. That story is beautimous.<33

    x.

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  5. Thank you very much, it means a lot <3
    Really? Tell me what we have in common so that I can love you back :P
    xx

    Vicky | golden mirrors

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  6. There are many coffee shops where I leave but not like Starbucks, I would love to visit on of those

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  7. this is wonderful. just, wonderful.

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  8. What a lovely little snippet! You have a great way of communicating atmostphere.

    -Abigail
    www.altogetherseparate.com

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