Ear on Fire

Wayne took a sip of coffee. For a second he thought maybe this time, his delicate and weak palate won’t get burned. But while he’s mind was floating around thinking about the roof of his mouse, the evil black liquid invade his mouth with heat. “Damn…” He walked to the sink, grumbling, and turned the water on. He cooled down his mouth with cold, icy water. Good lord, it was hurt. He licked the top of his mouth, still burning and now prickling. But, he thought, it was better than burning his own ear with boiling coffee. He knew and learned about that by actually experiencing it. He fingered his right ear, remembering ‘the ear on fire’ incident.