Word Game Wednesday: Find the word of the week in any WIP - or failing that, in one of your works you’d like to rec - then share the sentence containing it. This week’s word is: Coffee.
Thank you for tagging me, @a-noble-dragon and @jamilas-pen.
Here's a bit from my amnesia WIP. I really like this scene, so you get several paragraphs (I wanted to share more, but maybe that's for finishers):
“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked as he came in the kitchen. He opened the microwave and put his mug in. “Are you reheating tea? Doesn’t that make it taste weird?” Patrick shrugged. “It’s not ideal.” He leaned against the counter. “What’s up with you?” You don’t touch me enough, and you tease me wrong, David thought. Also, he had a bone to pick with the concept of time. “Why wouldn’t you just make some fresh tea?” he said instead. “It’s easy enough.” Patrick tilted his head. “Why does it matter to you?” “I just don’t like the idea of anyone around here settling for less than what they really want.” David poked at his own mug of coffee, pushing it forward with little jabs, watching the surface quiver. The microwave dinged. Patrick didn’t open it. David put his hand palm down over the top of his coffee. He liked the wet heat of the steam. He wished it were hotter, maybe even slightly painful. Patrick was being too quiet, so after a long moment, David looked up.
But I will also plug my posted fics—perfect to read over breakfast and your own hot drink:
“This could all be in my past. I could be an expert by now, if I’d only started learning these things years ago,” he complained as he folded towels. David looked up from his phone and took a pointed sip of coffee before he responded. “You’d be an expert by now if you’d just called your mother the first time you had a slight concern. It was weeks ago! She could’ve happily told you everything she knows and you could’ve already implemented all her advice.”
From Your Mother Should Know, which features flowers! And gardening! And Patrick being slightly stubborn!
and
“I have a solution,” Laure announced, when David showed up at noon on Monday with two skinny lattes and a slightly clearer mental image of forest rodents. “It’s dragons.” “Dragons?” David took a sip of coffee so he wouldn’t be expected to say more. He thought he would be fired. And dumped. Dumpfired. Dragons?
From Good with a Pencil, which has been called "amazing" and "brilliant," among other things. Those of you who shockingly always filter for David/Patrick miss out on pre-canon goodness.
I'm not tagging because it's late.
