August 09, 2010


Writing Prompt from Writer's Digest: write the last line to an unwritten novel that's so intriguing that others won't help but want to read the book.

One week later, Annie opened the door to the coffee shop and looked around with jaded eyes. Never again would the savory aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans be so tantalizing and comforting. Never again would the brick walls feel like a refuge, or the leather chairs and low lighting feel like home. She hesitated in the doorway, tasting a memory that seemed so distant now, lingering over the now impossible refreshment that she had once felt here.

Maybe it was finally time to move on.

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