shiver

by colin d fox


Shiver shook the last few drops of drinkable coffee out of her styrofoam cup.

Her fingers punched tiny sharp holes into the empty body of the cup, fidgeting for something to do.

Shiver sighed as she checked her over-large wrist watch, missing two of the fake diamonds that used to adorn the face.

The cafe window seat looked out over sunset which was currently still waking up.

Looked like her guy was a no-show. Fucking police.

Shiver thrust a hair into her tangled mass of shiny black hair, interspersed with blonde plait extensions, and practiced her best pissed off expressions for whenever her wannabe boyfriend cop was going to show up.

Punctuality to her was next to smell and clean hair on her list of turn-ons.

This fucker was already in her bad books by being a cop to begin with. This didn't help.