....wish me luck!
The Black Cat Cafe
Kim E. Miller
I’m going to tell you a story about
a little café that stands in the middle of nowhere. This little café has about
the best food in the world. It also gives anyone who eats there the worst luck
in the world. However, people come from miles around to eat there—compelled by
its delicious dishes. They leave fine, but two days later…. they die. Every
victim of the café leaves with a smile on his or her face and a death wish in
his heart. It makes me wonder who will be the next victim of the Black Cat
Café.
Once a man enters the Black Cat
Café, he is cursed. He won’t know why, he might not even be hungry but he will
be compelled to eat the meal, that unbeknownst to him deadly meal, that will
lead to his doom. If he could only refrain from eating the meal, he would be
fine, for the curse lies within the food. The power of the spell that is in the
café prevents a person from refraining to eat his fateful meal. Of course, it would not matter anyhow, he has
no idea that the meal is cursed, so would eat it anyway. The spell is not
prejudice, it applies to women, and children too, no one is exempt.
The meal is amazing. It doesn’t
matter if it is steak and lobster, or potato soup; it is delicious, delightful,
and delectable. All who eat the food
absolutely love it. They live long enough to tell others to eat at the café,
and then ̶ they die. The customer doesn’t know why he is drawn to the cafe, why
he feels the need to remain and eat there but, once the meal is finished, the
customer is free to leave the café. The spell is released and then the desire
to be in the café is gone.
The victim...hmm I mean the
customer, will then go back to his daily life. Happy, healthy and unaware of
his future demise. He will of course tell everyone about the amazing meal he
had at the Black Cat Café. His friends will then be compelled to go to the café
for the words Black Cat Café have the
spell on them too, which makes a person wish to go there.
Then it will happen like clockwork.
On the second day, a black cat will cross the victim’s path. The next instant
he will be dead by whatever means is available, a car wreck, poison, gunshot,
piano falling out of a window... it matters not to the Black Cat Café curse.
You must wonder about those who work
at the café. I will tell you as long as they work there they are safe, if they
ever leave though they will die.
I imagine you are wondering why I am
able to tell you this story, why I know about the food, the curse, the death. I
have never eaten at the Black Cat Café…. it would not matter if I did. I am alive to tell this story because I am
the Black Cat that created the spell at the café. I do not like humans! Humans are mean to black cats. They say that
black cats are evil. We get such a bad rap…. we do not deserve it. If we cross
a human’s path, they believe they will have bad luck. I got tired of hearing
how evil we are, so I opened the café. Yes, I know, I am a cat. I did not open
it on my own. I had my owner do it by compelling him to do so. I do have a heart though; I at least give
humans a good meal before they die, and two days to share the experience with
other humans.
The café was opened, I cast the
spell, and the rest is well, as you know…history. Remember the next time you
see a black cat and think he is evil and brings bad luck…..you are right, he
is! You need to hope that you never dine
at the Black Cat Café.
Copyright
© 2011 Kim E. Miller
All
rights reserved.
