Faded CafeA Poem by LovecraftA man talks to a stranger in a Cafe.
A man sat across the small, circular table from me, staring,
He was of an indeterminate age and his eyes were dark gray, He just gazes at me knowingly, a wry grin on his strange face After a minute he begins to speak in a weird, monotone voice, "So, what is your secret?" He asks, still grinning, ear to ear. "Excuse me?" I ask, confused by his question. The man remains silent and expectant, as If I had answered him incorrectly. "Don't be coy with me." He replies, chuckling. He smiles even wider, revealing blackened teeth and gums. I glance around and what seems to be fog pervades the Cafe, While everyone else here fail to react, going about their way. I sit, knowing I'm stuck, unable to move without talking to him. "What is your secret?" The man demands, forcefully, glaring at me. I think hard, not knowing quite how to reply to this question, Then I realize what I have to say, what I need to tell him. "My secret is that I killed you years ago..." I answer, truthfully. The man laughs, cracking a deranged smile while he smokes a Camel. "You are correct, my friend!" He nearly yells. I begin to rot and decay down to who I really am, deep down, Where once I feared to tread but has come up, naked and humble.
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