The espresso cup was tiny in his hand, even after all these months of growing accustomed to the unnaturally strong coffee, this minuscule receptacle for this bitter elixir felt odd to bring to his lips. The careful sip of the thick dark liquid felt smooth sliding down his throat in spite of its strength. Placing the small ceramic cup back into its saucer he gazed out the window of the small street-side cafe. Down the street, a lone green jeep was parked along the curb, the only vehicle in sight. To the right of this village road a field and the city hall, while the left was lined with shops and apartments. The street itself as empty as the cafe he sat in…
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