COFFEE

He broke into the Starbucks near his house.

He went behind the counter and made himself a hot chocolate.

Then he dragged his chair and sat against the wall so that no one notices him.

He looked at the other corner of the hall where he used to sit with his family every evening.

His 15-year-old daughter and he would often team up to tease his wife.

Or they would be involved in debates over where new furniture should be in their house.

Or which day should be the grocery day, Saturday or Sunday.

He had such a good family, he sighed.

With tears in his eyes, he cherished every bit of his drink and memories.

Then he put the cup down, pulled out his gun, and went outside.

Wishing he doesn’t encounter the zombies again tonight.

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