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"Black Coffee" by David Ray Nichols


“Black with two teaspoons of raw sugar. I want it hot. I mean fire hot. I don’t want it to be that lukewarm crap this place serves us. I want it to be so hot that it nearly melts the cup. Make it a large cup too, not one of those juice-sized cups. You understand?”

“Food?”

“Nothing. I just want to enjoy a steaming cup of coffee and be left alone. I just need to be left alone to think. So no, I don’t want any food. I just want my cup of coffee just like I ordered. You understand?”

“Yes.”

Turning to the Watch Captain, the young officer stated, “No food. Only coffee for his last meal.”


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