by Jenn Ashton “Wednesday’s Flowers” by Jenn Ashton Today before I was fully awake, I had already cheated time. Standing in the kitchen I held my coffee cup under the bit of the coffee maker where the coffee comes out. The pot was half full, but I didn’t want to wait, so with the handle of the glass coffee pot in one hand and the handle of my 2 cup mug in the other I carefully switched one for the other under the stream, but in the synaptic gap, coffee spilled down hissing on