Mini stories about life; because humanity is everywhere.

The outside door of the coffee shop suddenly flung open, hitting the wall and making a loud bang. A young couple strode into the middle of the patio. They didn’t notice the observer, sitting in one corner, tucked away under a low-hanging bougainvillea tree.

The man was of slight build, Indian descent, wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and worn brown flip flops. His companion, a blonde woman wearing a flag tee-shirt and jeans torn at the knees, pulled on his arms.

His voice was hot, angry. “I’ve had it, do you hear me? You’ve threatened me for the last time.”

She spoke in a low tone. “Let’s go to the car and talk about this.”

“The time for talking is over. Let me go! Get off of me!”

“No, Brad, wait.” Her tone, pleading. “Let’s go inside, get something to eat, and talk it over.”

“No.” He peeled her hands off his arms. “I’m making a police report. I’m telling them everything. The game is up, Renee, do you hear me?”

He left, headed for the parking lot. He didn’t look back to see if she was following.