Black Coffee

Caroline pondered, over a deep mug of strong black coffee--- why nearly every family get together went to shit. Each holiday or party was started with the best of intentions for a joyous rallying of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins. A gathering of wounds and scars, hidden resentments, suppressed anger and jealousy. Eventually with every beer or wine sipped or guzzled --the scars began to ooze like acid....all over every damn good intention.
She promised herself over and over that she would stop joining the madness. Defect from it somehow. Make herself an out of reach continent that nobody would have the energy to travel to. A continent on the other side of the world that took skill, money and desire to truly want to get to if you were going to land on it. Things they didn't have.
Taking another swig from her mug.....her mind began to pack it's bags.


                                                                                     CJ Ellis