Espresso Shots--fun flash fiction

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His pen slipped, leaving a tiny trail of ink, smudging the words. The beauty they invoked, now held a smear of imperfection. The cabin sat cloaked in a haze of invisibility. Getting away, disappearing among the trees, wedged in a ray of sunlight shining through the window--his dream. The beauty flooded his being, but the trees didn't hold the souls he needed. They satisfied him for awhile, but now he found himself surprised that nature could only offer so much. That he actually needed people.

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