Spilled Coffee
100-word story [4]
In the moment, he didn’t realize the spilled coffee would lead to a conversation and that the conversation would lead to a date, the date to marriage, then children, and, many years down the line, grandchildren.
It’s funny how life works.
An old man now, he sits across from his wife. It’s morning. Two cups of coffee sit before them on the rickety kitchen table.
“Hey,” he says to her.
She sets her book down and looks at him.
“I love you.”
She smiles. It’s the same one he remembers after all these years.
“I love you too,” she replies.
Thank you for reading “Spilled Coffee” — I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, feel free to check out another 100-word story of mine, “Past Life”.
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It would be fun to do a kind of 'what if' version of this, where the coffee never gets spilled. How different does life look after that? It's fun sometimes to think back on those 'what if' moments of life.
Sweet story. And true about little things or timing that change our entire life.