The waitress placed the latte and croissant on the table.
David barely registered her. His eyes were caught by the bait of the financial news.
The coffee had bitter overtones and was barely warmer than the life left in his blood.
It mattered no more.
He closed the laptop. The finality of this action brought sweet relief.
Unrelated memories surfaced. Mainly women.
"Just disappear" she'd said.
David smiled at the irony.
He'd noticed her flat mate. Their eyes once met in silent recognition. The flame flickered before Charlotte, oblivious, had wrenched him out the door.
David shook his head.
Time to leave.
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ... the flame flickered before ...