The Collective Inkwell has a creative fiction contest with some blazin prizes. I’ve got nothing to lose. To read the entire story, see the comment section below the post on their site. Here’s the first paragraph.
Well, this is odd, he thought to himself. As he entered the coffee shop, a refreshing, vibrant odor from roasted coffee beans gave him something to smile about while creating a sense of authority; suddenly, his mind began racing with rumors about the owner. Known in town as the coffee Nazi because you had to drink the coffee his way. He is the shop’s roast master. if anyone possessed an understanding, fondness and familiarity with the product, it’s him. There could be no compromise.
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