She awoke to the sound of tea spoons rattling against cups somewhere
out on the balcony. A shaft of morning sunlight sliced the room in two,
already hot at this hour and fell across the debris of the night, the dress
she had danced in, a pair of empty glasses...the rest packed into suitcases
and topped with passports and tickets. The smell of fresh black coffee
drew her out onto the balcony, a silent sparkling jet stretching across the sky
as clear and blue as her lover's eye. Espresso ? make mine a double!

The Karminsky Experience