A Cat Named Pumpkin Spice
Cozy Autumn Microfiction
Scooner’s Scones had been my morning haunt for as long as I had worked at Beckett Pharmacy downtown. Spring through winter, what was the best place to get a blueberry scone, a cappuccino, and one lingering look at the cute barista who always had a smile on his face?
To say I was a regular — well, that was an understatement.