Flash Fiction–Breakfast

Breakfast

Francine poured a cup of coffee and went outside to sit beneath the hemlock. It had been a rewarding though hectic family visit. They left behind a supply of vodka, beer, used linens, wet towels and plenty of sand.
She pondered on her sons’ lives: David attempting to be father of the century to compensate for the dubious mental state and physical health of his wife. Cookie, the dog was company for Jay who was in the midst of a nasty divorce from his irrational wife.
It was 10:30 a.m. The sun was high. Francine opted for vodka over coffee.

Dayle Herstik
Boca Raton Branch, FL