The Strangest Breakfast – A short story for Halloween

 

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I woke up groaning, a drum beating painfully inside my head. Tongue thick and dry, body drained – not unusual for a Saturday morning.

I wanted to return to my dreams, but imagined I smelt coffee. Thirst winning; I dragged myself out of bed, donned my threadbare maroon toweling robe, pushed my feet into my old-flapping carpet slippers and set off to investigate the unexpected aroma.