Micro Monday: "Madness With the Bliss"
Madness With the Bliss
She lowered the cup from her lips, disappointed, the coffee already gone cold. She pushed the cup away, noisily scraping the table’s rough surface.
She shouldn’t have kissed him, never let it start. But with that first kiss her brain just clicked off and she was swept away, again. He was gentle, attentive, saying all the right things, though she knew he’d change soon -- distant, aloof, distracted. But she was hooked, absorbed in madness she recognized but couldn’t escape.
Across the room the waitress waved with a hot coffee pot but she failed to see, the spell unbroken for now.