Caffeine brain

“The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

“Yes it did, two inches forward and three inches to the left. But I’ll protect you if they attack,” Chester said with a smirk refilling the coffee canister.

“I think the heat is doing his head in,” Andy interjected

“You guys stop messing, come to mama Danny. Are you having a caffeine brain meltdown?” Eve cooed. Everyone laugh.

“You lot are totally hopeless, you know that right?”

Door opens and in walks three young ladies dressed in trendy outfits, it was a wonder how they walked straight with eyes and fingers glued to their mobile phones as though mesmerised. The perfect undergrad prototypes.

“Mate can you attend to them, can’t stomach any  stupid jokes or attitude,”

“Hey what’s wrong with a barista/barrister joke between customer and a barman,” Chester asked whilst approaching the ladies.

“A couple of decafes and bad attitude. Thanks Chester,” Danny replied


Written by Chioma I.N

In response to the mondaysfinishthestory flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara. The picture and the first sentence are provided and you have to complete the story in 100- 150 words. Click on the link to read others stories.

Thanks Barbara for hosting it and for the picture.

Thank you all for stopping by.

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4 thoughts on “Caffeine brain

  1. I can’t even imagine working in the service industry today, attitudes, rudeness, and that’s all without a phone in their face. So odd the attraction to such machines. I say as I stare at my laptop screen – so bright white I think it’s blinding me! LOL

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