Apr 29
He’d been holding the mug for a while before he noticed the tremor.
Not much. Barely there. A ripple in the surface of the coffee.
He set it down.
Watched his hand.
Still.
Then not.
He told himself it was the cold.
The station was always cold.
But later, when he reached for his coat—
he missed it.
Just slightly.
And that bothered him more than it should have.
— B.P.
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