This tale was written based on the following prompts

Fandango’s Flash Fiction #176

What Do You See #142

Twiglet #287

Fandango’s Story Starter #54

Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 07/12/2022

Three Things Challenge #M21

Three Things Challenge #M22

As our eyes met across the busy café tables, I was struck with the feeling that this might not go as well as I hoped, but gamely I smiled.

I could understand their reaction, I’m not the type you meet every day, though I’ve often glimpsed signs of recognition when others see me.  Though they then quickly turn to their family and friends, even their pets, before scurrying away.

Sometimes I think they suspect I have measles, but the kids seem to take it better.  Some have even asked if I climbed out of a book or was I there for their playtime.  Kids, always about them, but I diverge.

Anyway, I wouldn’t have ventured out at all if it wasn’t for those two women.  They tempted me, you see no one even glanced at them twice when they were being demonstrative in public, and I thought, finally acceptance on every level, so I gently offloaded them and headed back to civilization.

I was worried but then I got a wave from a young woman and a bark from her guide dog at the waterfall and let me tell you it made my heart sing, but now I’m having second thoughts, anyway, let’s see what happens.

“Hi,” I smiled broadly, “The name’s We’re Cloudless, I’m from the resort … well I was the resort technically.  I rang this morning to book a table.”

© NopeNotPam

7 thoughts on “coffee

      1. I had to read it twice to be sure. But since you do the unique, I knew it wasn’t something ordinary. Thanks Deb, you always keep things interesting

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