Is
That Coffee I Smell?
I asked them to draw the nose on the stick figure
and list three favorite smells.
A guy named Rudy said, “I can still smell the coffee
my ex drank in the kitchen, always by herself, because I was too hungover to
get out of bed. No wonder she left me.”
Rudy shook his head and smiled, “Now I’m starting
to love the smell of coffee when I come here in the morning. It smells like
hope.”
A young man named Art snorted. “I remember the
smell of the detective’s coffee the first time I was interrogated. I’ve done my
time, and I’m getting sober. Coffee
smells like freedom to me.”
Someone asked me if coffee was on my list.
Coffee had gone from the only thing keeping me
moving the morning after a binge to my favorite way to start the day.
After I got sober, I worked for the same facility
for eight years, then twenty-three at another. I’d always been where my
children needed me. Dr. Deb and I had celebrated our 31st
anniversary that year.
“To me,” I told the group, “morning coffee smells
like being responsible, fatherhood, and love. Savoring those things, is part of stopping to
smell the coffee for me.”
Today I will stop and smell the coffee.
Fawlty Showers 2 is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters
and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
Other
works by Ken Montrose are available at:
• https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B001K8MG0S
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