Mercy allows a chance for redemption.
Benji didn’t like to be seen outside of the cafe. He didn’t like existing outside of the cafe. The world outside chafed at all his senses. Especially his sense of smell. There was no getting around the smell of the city, unwashed bodies and refuse in the streets. He’d even been forced to pass the body of a dead cat twice.
And yet, he couldn’t live anywhere else. He needed to be around people to survive even if he hated them and their waste.
The death technically did not occur inside the Random Cafe.
A man collapsed as he reached for the door handle. He was unconscious before his head hit a strategically placed rock.
Across the street, a young man finished his cigarette, adjusted his coat, and meandered over to the dead man. The young man dragged the older man inside and added his blood to the not-yet-baked red velvet cake.
There is blood mixed with cereal under the unforgiving fluorescents.
A unicorn, summoned
Or simply created,
Went rampaging through our convenience store.
No one is dead but one is severely injured.
Now we have to clean up everything before day-shift arrives.
A Random Cafe Story
He didn’t mean to create a magic muffin.
But he did and now he needed to sell it.
Even though he had no idea what it would do to the customer.
Ah, his star customer is here.
She’ll try anything he creates.
Should he present it to her himself?
No, she’d either faint or be suspicious.
He waved over an enthusiastic waitress and observed.
She bit into the sparkly, pink muffin; choked, coughed, took another bite…
In less than a blink, there was a rabbit on the tea table the exact shade of their customer’s dress.
He picked her up gently and petted her. She didn’t run or fight but she did chew on his frilly sleeve.
After a few minutes of this he put her back down on the table and headed back into the kitchen to see if he could make something to change her back.
Then the waitress gasped. He immediately turned back to the table.
As a rabbit, she’d eaten some more of the muffin and changed back.
She sat staring at the muffin and then looked up at him.
They both blushed
And the waitress laughed.
I get a little lost in the cup of tea,
You made for me.
I taste it and remember
The first time I came to this place.
I nearly added my usual cubes of sugar
But the waitress said,
“This was made especially for you. Try it first.”
I was slightly terrified for an instant.
How could someone I’d never met and hadn’t seen know exactly how I take my tea?
I tasted it
And it was bitter as sin.
My lips puckered compulsively.
If my mother had been there she would have rapped my knuckles with her fan
And then probably demanded to see the owner of the shop.
But I was alone.
“That is absolutely disgusting and you tell him so!”
I covered my mouth in shock.
Had those words come out of me?
Yes, yes they had.
And there he was, peering out from the kitchen, smiling.
“Now try this,” he said.
And now I can’t stop myself from coming back to try every new concoction and creation.