A sorry cup of coffee

An interior monologue of a cup of coffee (impersonalized)

' She is stalking out of her work station --AGAIN?'. Oh! come on its not news anymore. She does that everyday. Oh not now GOOD GOD not now. She is coming towards my manufacturing unit (ew since when have i started addressing the coffee machine as a manufacturing unit?) whatever, I can watch right away how she is going to drain me out in her disposable coffee cup (INDIAN STANDARD). Baah! someone save me! (no one hears ehh?) 

THERE SHE GOES- drrrrrrrrrrrrrr comes the sound from my manufacturing unit. eech eech! Hey girl. Have some apathy. Hold me properly. Am splattered everywhere. thud thud thud (she walks carrying me inside her suffocating work station). Now what? she has finally kept me aside on her table (phew! what a relief). '(the phone rings teenot not teenot not- (INDIAN RINGTONE)- she answered 'yes ma'am am coming in a while'. Lo and behold! she walked away leaving me on her table. 10 minutes, 20 minutes...she hasnt come yet. What? I am gonna be stale or am I already? :( 

Exactly after 40 minutes 20 second, she comes back at her desk. Swore something in her mother tongue. AAh! Miss GOOD! you just remembered me? But again she uttered some non-sense and headed ahead for the coffee machine for a brimming cup of coffee. Meanwhile she carries me along and thrash me at the nearest bin boo hoo! 

THRASHED! 

Reviews

[Jesse Jacques]

i liked how it was from the coffee's perspective.

[spicedrop]

I had to read it twice to realize you were writing from the perspective of the coffee! Very clever!! I enjoyed this very much.