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Bolt Coffee: A Short Story

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It was Christmas break, everyone was gone for the holidays except a few stragglers whose family lived too far away, were hanging around to keep working or just didn't have much else that was better to do.I fell into all those categories, luxuriating in the slacker pleasures of dreary Rhode Island in late December. I felt lonesome strolling in downtown Providence surrounded by massive concrete structures, corporate buildings and hotels. I was shivering and the salt and slush were sticking to the soles of my boots making a crunching noise with every step i took on the pavement. I walked into my favorite coffee shop, Bolt Coffee, to sit down and grab a cup of coffee in an attempt to escape the chilly winter air. The small coffee shop is located …show more content…

College-age punk art students with their weird dyed hair dos and jaunty antics take residence on the suede couch by the entrance. The barista has a Jesus esque resemblance with long curly hair and a rugged beard. He handed me my coffee with a friendly smile already knowing my order. His memory must be good either that or I am just predictable. My latte sent steam into the air and had a light and rich coffee smell. The latte was served in a ceramic maroon mug on a matching dainty maroon plate. The white latte foam created an adorable heart shaped design, it was like a hug in a mug that I desperately needed. The clear glass tip jar is stuffed with crumpled and wrinkled dollar bills. A handful of nickels, quarters, and dimes are sunken to the bottom of the jar. My heart feels like an empty glass jar right now. The tile on the floor by the register is worn with small chips and is more faded than the surrounding tile. It is hard to imagine how many different shoes have made their mark on this spot. The spot where I sit is one of the few available. My seat on the navy blue suede coach is still warm, making me uncomfortable. I worried I was probably stealing somebody else’s seat. On the wall in front of me is a large electric pink flourescent sign which spells the four letter word “fine” in all capital letters. Such a simplistic statement with no context leaving me to wonder the meaning. Do I feel …show more content…

I don’t know who i am anymore, except that I used to be sixteen and now im seventeen. Everyone surrounding me was either buried in their work or a conversation. The sound of clicking and clacking from the keyboards mixed with chatter and laughs nearly drowned out the soft rock music playing in the background. It seems like coffee shops always play the same type of music. Like somehow every coffee shop agreed they would exclusively listen to jazz, soft rock and bossa nova. Why is this odd genre supposed to go so well with an iced Americano and studying over a cappuccino? I just don't understand it. I picked up a magazine and pretended to flip through it to give myself the appearance of some sort of

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