Flick’s Bad Mood

Each morning for breakfast Flick orders a cup of black coffee with a piece of sweet egg-toast. Today, for the first time, the two sisters in the cafe were friendly. Their eyes crinkled with joy, and they asked him if he was enjoying his morning. ‘What’s wrong with you two?’ he said. ‘Every day I come in here and you’re both as miserable as hell. I gave up trying to make conversation long ago. Today I hate the world and you want to talk.’ The sisters looked at each other. Flick sipped his coffee thoughtfully. It was difficult to figure … Continue reading Flick’s Bad Mood