Dark Roasted Coffee
My story for the
750 Word Project 2025
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A/N: This piece is dedicated to the incredible woman who made my coffee for years. It is an unapologetically Sapphic tale. If you don't like this genre, I appreciate you stopping by.
This is purely fictional! Special thanks to Nicole for her invaluable edits.
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There's one main road and two stop lights in this town. Other intersections, whoever beeps first goes. I parked headed inside hoping for a quiet shift. My tolerance for gore was nil today.
I clock in and walked to the nurses' station starting shift change. Miranda, the night shift charge nurse, greeted me welcoming me to another Sunday morning. We're the senior ER nurses therefore we are always on opposite shifts. Despite that, we'd managed to stay close. Sadly as friends without benefits.
We finished the report; Miranda winked. "See you tomorrow love!" She spun on her feet. I cringed as her sneakers squeaked as she walked out. I checked on one patient. He seemed to stabilize.
Danny, the other shift nurse, arrived. We chatted briefly. I grabbed the cellphone telling the team I was going to the coffee cart. I made my way to the lobby where others were in line. The sign above the cart read.