Vivian Richards held her favorite coffee mug between her palms embracing its warmth. The mug, handmade and painted with what she called a mix of goldenrod and mustard, was her favorite possession. She had found the mug sitting unloved, alone and unpopular on the shelf behind the barista taking her order at her favorite local coffee shop. With its retro coloring and slight hourglass shape it caught her eye. The barista more than happily wrapped it up for her most likely excited to have finally pawned it off on someone.
Friday’s First: First Paragraph, Fourth Chapter
Raelyn Pracht 