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Coffee cup on grey background (seen from above)

“There’s writin’ on the wall,” he said, swallowing away the waxy residue of tacky black coffee, before adding, “Sayin’ God bless ya, honey.”
He was serious. She misread his gravity, thought it was sarcasm.
Breathing out a thin cloud of tobacco smoke she said, “Well, that’s just the way it should be.” Thinking of better times, all long gone now, she brought the cigarette back up to her mouth, hesitated, and went on, “But, ya know, it’s hard to make the good things last.”
He wasn’t on the same page. Not even the same story. She sucked deeply on the filtered cigarette and, as his cup clinked on to the saucer in front of him, he said, “It’s the way it’s meant to be.”