green tip, slow amble, good coffee

green tip, slow amble, good coffee

fiction
edward w pritchard

Green tip, slow amble, good coffee. The girl repeated it twice when dazed she stumbled into camp.

She was very beautiful.

Next morning I dumped out the coffee I had made her when I saw her with another cup. Hours later I espied Winslow and Myers standing outside the infirmary each carrying coffee and other embellishments for her. They looked ridiculous.

Before she left she smiled at me once because I am sure she saw me with the cup for her yesterday.

I went back to my tent and wondered what she was like. I so lonely here.