I drain a pot of coffee—brewed from beans from a place where children sip from puddles as dark as my cup. I cloud my reflection with milk.
I drain a pot of coffee—brewed from beans from a place where children sip from puddles as dark as my cup. I cloud my reflection with milk.
7 Critiques to "Kenya"
This is excellent. I want to click away from this difficult truth, but the bean has been planted.
An excellent story. Very Concise.
So good, Derrick. At the very least we should buy fair trade. I want to hear more of your work. xoxo
Excellent. You create reflection in your readers with your dark story. Well done.
ditto
With a heavy conscious I tip my hat. Thank you for sharing your work.
as I wipe the sleep from my eyes I see I spelled a word correctly but it was the wrong word
conscience is what I refer to. Maybe if I had sipped my coffee first I would have been better served.