The Queue #FridayFictioneers

The rain dripped of trees and umbrellas, splashing into puddles as people queued. There was a chatter of voices, rustling from clothes, cars driving passed and an angry raven squawking close by.

I waked by and wondered why there was a queue. I was too shy to ask so kept on walking. The line was long but when I got the front, I still couldn’t see what they were waiting for.

I hoped it was nothing important. Had I missed some voting day or celebrate visit or grand opening day?

No….They were queuing to get Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks!


(Inspired by; with thanks).

Spiced Pumpkin Latte

The first time she drank a spiced pumpkin latte it resembled tasting autumn. The powder topped white froth remembered her of brown fallen leaves. The aroma was rich with warm spices, as if someone had been cooking in a country kitchen with harvest foods. Its heat seized her in a lover’s complete embrace, whispering comfort and safety. She sipped slowly, allowing images of caving Jack ‘o lanterns and eating pumpkin pie to crowd her mind. Every mouthful afterwards intensified the taste and lingered on her tongue. The last swallows were the strongest, but it didn’t over power. She wanted to run amongst trees and play in leaves. The sweet syrup end hit her hard into a toffee apple infusion. Then there was only froth, like winter snow in the bottom of the mug.