Flash fiction from the world of Westville…
I roll over, waking slow to the aroma of strong coffee I did not brew.
Digital numbers glow pale green on the alarm clock: 3:14 AM.
When I walk out into the kitchen, the coffee machine is on, the red-orange indicator light on like a smoldering ember, the pot bubbling and hissing, full to just below the second-to-l…
