She gazed intently at the steam rising from her favourite cup of Americano. As the delicious aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans, ground and brewed to perfection, began to ease the knots in her head, an idea struck her. “What if I steal the steam from the cup and safely stow it away in a bag? That way, when I miss the January fog in scorching summers, I can always have a bag-full to come back to and experience the mist whenever I wish.”
She chuckled at the absurd idea, finished her coffee and left the cafeteria. Daydreaming on Wednesday mornings help her survive the seriousness her boring job demands.
Written for Friday Fictioneers
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