by Jack Stratton | Feb 22, 2021 | erotica, flash fiction
On Sundays, I always make us pancakes. Hot coffee on cold days, but if it’s warmer than 60, I make iced coffee. I love to watch the swirl of cream in one of my old pint glasses full of dark cold brew. I love long, languid mornings. I try not to put on the television...
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