10 Minute Tantrums: Coffee

10 Minute Tantrum for your day! The point isn’t to write perfectly, it’s just to get it all out. Read what Ed has to say about his ‘tantrums’ and then submit your own!


Archaic buildings enclose the square. A blazing sun turns tarmac into bubbling lava which should only be crossed if absolutely necessary.

I sit and I soak. Soak up the sun, soak up the views, soak up the sound of laughter from a nearby park, and soak up the smell of coffee. Rich, fruity, sweet, bitter, somehow adjectives never seem to do it justice. Yet, if there is a more deliciously organic smell in the world I am yet to find it. It seems to nestle under the skin and slowly release little bursts of euphoria.

Maybe it’s the location. Maybe it’s the company. All I know is that my morning Costa on the way to work never tastes this good. It’s at times like this that you wish the world would freeze and you could hang eternally as a painting in a gallery.

– – E.M. Wragg

E.M. Wragg hails from Essex, England. You can usually find him waxing poetic on the streets of London or at home watching movies with his dog. He’s currently working on his first children’s book.

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3 Responses to 10 Minute Tantrums: Coffee

  1. Mmm, coffee. I can never find the perfect adjectives for it either. I do love it when my mornings come together like that. If only the sun was hot enough to bubble tarmac in deepest Lincolnshire *sigh*.


  2. Pingback: Ten Minute Tantrums: Dog | A Cat We Have

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