Here is this weeks photo prompt from Madison Woods.
In spite of the flowers and the party she left him. The three day old coffee grinds had dried out and were growing mold. Emptiness deflated what little morning spirit he had, the reality of being alone consumed him. One Hand on the cold granite shaking he reached for the sugar, filters and the bag of coffee. The bowl of sugar slipped. The sweet morning solitude shattered by divorce left him bleeding on his knees cleaning up a mess. Not a soul to startle other than his own, he changed the setting to two cups. It was more than enough.