Morning Tea

• Don Atlantis
• August 28, 2022
• Short Stories

I raise my hand to get the attention of the waitress. “I’ll have a decaf chamomile.” She smiles and nods. “Decaf? What’s the point of ordering a tea this early and getting decaf?” I look down the countertop at the woman who just addressed me. Hmm. 5’7″, at least 150, flush face. Apparently the flushness…