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Junk Chapter 4Winter had come and was gone already the first spring flowers were blooming, the air was the still chilled but also fresh with the scent of new awakening life. And so seemed the junkyard of the Jeliclle tribe, lot of high spirited kittens were about to fight, chase and play with each other. It were six to count everyone happily laughing. Around five grown cats lurking at them, keeping them save. Two toms and three queens. One queen a pretty main coon held another kitten in her arms sleeping tightly. To her ,the oldest of the other kittens ran up. Putting his silver paw at the arm which were slung around the squealing black fur ball.
"Momma, can Tuggs play with us?" The silver tabby asked.
"Na Munk love, he is too young" she replied with a soft smile
"Awww" Munkustrap replied disappointed.
The other two queens, sitting besides Bacci, chuckled by the pleading big brown eyes of the little tabby. Trying to change the decision of his step-mother. She looked down on her own kitten back into
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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