Month: May 2013

  • A Cup of Coffee

    Autosave-File vom d-lab2/3 der AgfaPhoto GmbH

    Black winds chase across the manmade
    canyons as Carter leaves the bus station.
    Towering structures hover all around him,
    as snow comes billowing down the shafts
    of darkness. While on street level, designer
    dream worlds in which stylishly dressed
    mannequins play act a high-style life of eye
    popping riches, appear in storefront windows
    everywhere, as shadow shapes bundle past
    them from every direction, paying them no
    attention, going every which way in a flurry
    of commotion.
    The big city, Carter shivers. He has to find
    some work here. Nothing going on in his
    hometown since they closed the plant down
    and shipped the whole kit and caboodle to
    Mexico, leaving everyone, jobless, and hopeless.
    It was scary, this giant city, where everything
    was too big and everyone was in a hurry.
    “You can’t let life bring you down!” The
    Preacher had told the congregation. “You
    can’t let fear hold you down! You have to
    move on! The Hebrews were afraid to go on.
    They were afraid of the desert! They were
    afraid of the danger! They were afraid of the
    unfamiliar! But they couldn’t go back to Egypt
    and despair. Moses made them go on. Moses
    said ‘Trust in God!’ So they followed him.
    And God parted the sea for them!”
    There were beggars everywhere, families dressed
    in rags shuffling through the cold, their faces filled
    with fear. There were drunks, and what looked like
    dead bodies huddled up in doorways and shady
    looking characters watching him from alleys.
    Carter had to get inside somewhere, get out of
    the blizzard. He had to get his bearings, get his
    head together. He slipped in a diner and sat at the
    counter. Everyone looked like sleepwalkers. The
    counter seemed crowded with ghosts and phantoms.
    “Coffee” he told the waitress who looked at him
    askance like the only reason he was there was to
    get in her hair.
    “Trust in God and the seas will open!” The preacher
    said. Well there was no going back to Egypt, Carter
    thought, that was for sure. There was nothing there
    anymore. That door was closed, the lock changed,
    the bridge to it burned. God better part that sea soon
    for him, Carter knew, or he’d drown in this big city
    with the rest of them.