(Barista, from a negative POV)
I
entered the orange cafe with a smile, but my heart was pounding. It was the
colour orange which made my stomach turn. I comforted myself, closing my eyes
and letting my nose take over. The coffee smell took me to another level.
“Where art thou?” he said as he poked me with
the menu.
I
smiled weakly, opening my eyes. The orange was everywhere. I veiled myself, and
gave an excuse of the setting being too romantic. The small holes of my veil
protected the peripheral orange, but I was yet not comfortable. He was busy
browsing the menu. Could I tell him the truth?
I
consoled myself, “Let him order, the taste of the drink will be distracting.”
The cold coffee mug and its
contents did not help. I felt a chill down my spine, from the time it had
happened. I sipped my drink trying to get these negative thoughts out of my
mind. Then it happened. He saw the fly on the table, the menu in his hand turning into a swatter as he smashed it.
The blood on the table triggered the memories. My body took control, as my mind
let go.
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