Caffeine Challenge 19
Miraculously I was free again at 10am on a weekday. I took it as a sign that i should write something. Once again thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft for the challenge.
The prompt i used was “Usually people thought their preferred method of payment was money.”
Usually people thought the preferred method of payment was money.They came in with all sorts of currency, from American dollars, to stocks and bonds, many simply showed up with gold bars. I didn’t fault them. Most people didn’t have much information, and the little they did have was twisted through years of fables and fantasy storytelling. The truth was often less black and white, and a lot stranger.
Buying a curse from a fairy was not a simple transaction.
I sat on my stool, staring blankly at the bottom of my cup, ignoring the chime of the door as my next customer arrived. The moonlight shown through the window of the coffee shop, giving an almost ethereal edge to the various chairs and tables strewn about. The naturally dim interior lighting was resting for my eyes, so used to straining in the unnatural glow of fluorescence that humans seemed to prefer so much. I called out to the barista for another round, shaking my empty cup pointedly, at which she rolled her eyes but complied. I like this shop; it’s open late, catering to the supernatural crowd. People leave you alone for the most part. The night staff, most of which were supernatural beings themselves, enforced it.
“Here you go, black coffee with…” she sighed loudly “ten sugars.” The barista shuddered. “Must you butcher my beautiful coffee?”
“Shush, coffee slave. The customer is always right, remember?”
With a laugh she turned away, although I distinctly heard her mutter something about ‘uncultured fairy twat”
“I heard that!”
Without turning she responded, “I was counting on it.”
The brief exchange and the sweet coffee was enough to lift my spirits, but they quickly plummeted again as the woman now standing beside me cleared her throat to get my attention. She was well dressed, her clothing, hair and nails immaculate, but her face was transformed by a look I knew all too well: desperation.