She was the kind of girl when asked to do the dishes by her mother, only washed the coffee pot and grinder. Her first business was born at 8 years old when she planted a secret coffee tree in the family greenhouse. She harvested the beans and used wrapping papers she’d saved from Christmas that year to package them and deliver them to her neighbors — first as gifts and then for 25 cents a piece. Soon, the neighbors were leaving her $1.00 and then $2.00 in tiny envelopes. Even the ‘mean’ neighbors were charmed by her passion for the bean.
She left home at 18, moved to Hawaii, became a hippie and opened a Kona Coffee and Papaya stand. She had a knack for episodic advertising. In the course of a week the signs in front of the stand might have looked something like this:
“I love coffee, coffee gets me.”
“When my love for life is less, coffee restores me.”
“When I can’t sleep, I drink coffee and write sonnets.”
“When my boyfriend is angry at me, coffee doesn’t judge me.”
“After I’ve been mugged, coffee gives me a hug.”
“When I leave for Mexico, Brazil or Africa in search of new coffee flavors coffee is my expert consultant.”
“Do yourself a favor, stop and get a coffee hug.”
Love this, as all of them, Niya, but this morning is wonderful!
Yes, I did a 180 on you all today in terms of style and voice so far. This girl and her big cup of coffee needed a little air time. I’m so happy you enjoyed it. I expect many more 180’s in the future. Everyday is a surprise to me.
I vote with Jean. This one was especially good. I want to see it on a wall somewhere, or in a book. Thanks for the story to go with it.
Very interesting WM. This painting and story came the easiest out of all of them in this month’s theme. This is great feedback.