100 Word Story
It was her routine. Didn’t matter that this morning everything was different.
“Excuse me, ma’am, what can I get you?”
Her mind was a mess. Even the simple question threw her off. She couldn’t crumble like this.
“Coffee maybe?” the Barista said with a smile that seemed to say she’d seen it all before.
“Yes,” she managed to answer. “Mocha. Shot of espresso. Need my caffeine.”
“Don’t we all. It’s why I’ve got a job.”
Could the answer be that simple? “Are you hiring?”
“As a matter of fact we are.” She pointed to a sign. “You can apply now.”