The Patron

at the Writer's Cafe

A candy-striped awning trimmed in black, its edges tickled in fringe, dances brightly in the breeze," many pass by with not so much as a glance; though, the tasteful entryway sweetly invites admittance. A brightly plumed pen graces the wavy glass window of a sturdy mahogany door, the elegant gold leaf lettering above it simply states, "The Writer's Café."

 

Finally, the stride of a patron slowed, and they peered through a thin lace curtain. Their smile offered must have been reciprocated from within because it grew wider. The door opened in silence, letting soft conversation come forth. The tables offered small intimate settings, and a long, friendly bar with red backless stools swept gracefully along one side of the room.

 

Here, at the café, you will not find tablecloths but poems laminated upon each table. These works are not selected for the authors' names, but because of one simple truth, they each stir the reader.

 

There is no waitress at the café … you must pour your own drink. While you're up, top-off the cup of the person next to you and strike up a conversation. Hopefully, you will be inspired to make a new friend.

 

Though, some enter out of curiosity to kill a little time, most carry words in hand, with some sort of device to make more. A day never passes without a poem being recited or alternate endings cast buoyantly into the air.

 Lining a windowless back wall is a row of booths. They are encased in mahogany panels making cozy little alcoves. In the far-left corner, the incessant staccato tickety-tack SOS sound of a typewriter sings its "end-line-ding, ziiip-return" chorused song. The steady stream of telegraph-like keystrokes makes the patrons grow restless. A quarter is tossed in the jukebox. Etta sings, "At Last." A few stop to let the music carry them far away; others set their pens in motion.

 

One might notice a simple man with curly brown hair who never reads, regales, or writes a word. Like a wooden Indian, he stands stoically by the payphone, with hat in hand. He may have even gone unnoticed, except for one small detail; he returns promptly every day at 1:00, leaving at 2:00. No one gossips about this daily occurrence, though, undoubtedly, an internal dialog occurs throughout the café. 

 

Today, as the man left, I watched his index finger trace along the edge of a poem on one of the tables. Curiosity washed over me; so, I strolled over to the spot where he'd stood, and like an echo in time, I, too, traced the place he'd declared. Then, poured myself a stiff drink. Slowly, I noticed a few more do the same. I smiled, certain we had all pondered the meaning, and in turn, began to write. 

Author's Note

pull up a chair, I hope you enjoy this little story that Richard has helped me improve upon.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Well, Cherrie ✍

It was an honor to be allowed to offer my 2¢, and I may have helped a little here 'n there, but it's your wonderfully-creative imagination and writing skills that caught my attention, compelling me to offer.
I've read quite a number of Writer's Café stories, treatises, and poems during the years I've served on this site, but none with the original twists yours portray.
I'd love to single out a line or paragraph, but every one is a vivid piece of an intricately entertaining and captivating mystery puzzle.
Lest I ramble on and wear my welcome thin, let me close by saying how very much I enjoy and respect your writing efforts.

Thank you ever-so gratefully for sharing them with Us! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Cherrie]

:) good afternoon and hello Richard. I don't know how I missed this review. I want you to know I really enjoy the input and feedback I receive from you. To me this is what the cafe is about. Writers sharing insights and inspirations with one another. You are a true friend and I appreciate you reading my work with care and your keen eye. :)

[Kay/Hayden]

Sorry to interrupt but that was one of the nicest reviews I have read! c; It truly is an amazing piece of writing

[Cherrie]

I do that too, hop on a conversation:) I'm glad you liked it. Join in any time.

[Kay/Hayden]

Not just me, yay. This is so much less stuffy website than critique circle. srsly tho some of those p[pl over there pure jerks

[Kay/Hayden]

You can't even post poems there, only books over 300 words. ;c

[Cherrie]

Yes, I have tried several other writing sites and found them stuffy. They only review for enough points to post their own work. I never could enjoy writing on them. To me this is the best one.

[Kay/Hayden]

Ya i sort of like writing.com but its not active at all, I have been there for 2 months and only have gotten 2 reviews so far. ANd for 6 months you are considered a new member-

[Richard🖌]

Gee, Cherrie and Kay 😊

Thanks a million for all your lovely comments and compliments … blush!
I, too, enjoy sharing with all who will are willing and will allow me, take it constructively, and appreciate it.

Hugs 'n blessings! ⁓ RJ 🍃

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting write. You gave a lot of great detail and it flowed well.

[Cherrie]

Thank you JungLee

[NotUsinganymore]

You are welcome. I published a new writing!

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie and Richard.. your poem is like a Movie scene that paints a picture in my mind. One of my favorite Movies is Bell, Book and Candle with Kim Novak ... a mystery much like a Poem. A perfect Script that is inspiring and I believe the Cafe truly exists
as described in your Poem. tenderly, Pat

[Cherrie]

Thank you Patricia, and I really appreciate your encouragement. PS I love that movie.

[Delmar Cooper]

I like stories that begin suddenly and pull me in. Stories where the writer tosses me a cutlass and calls out "Watch yer back Matey." Silly, but maybe you know what I mean, no preamble no p***y footing around, just getting on with it. Now, I admit I have no idea what motivates the "mysterious stranger", and who cares?
Thanks for sharing.

[Cherrie]

I loved the idea of a mystery amongst a group of writers, and like you I like to just jump right in to a story.

[Greg Gorman]

I'm reading your story and the word that keeps coming to my mind is "interesting". It's an interesting story. Interesting setting. This guy with the curly brown hair is certainly peculiar.
Nice place you've created. It seems like a place I would like to visit. Nice setup. Clever name. How did you come up with that?
Why does the patron keep checking before they enter? What is it they are looking for that this place has. They seem happy to have found it whatever it was. Come on in. Have a seat. Interesting way of dressing the tables. Certainly nice topics of conversation. Something to read while you have your drink. People may take their time getting a drink with all of the stuff on the tables for them to read. Plenty to discuss. I wonder if people move around from table to table seeing what else is written. It'd be nice to have some waiters or waitresses to get people drinks. Getting up to get more may take time away from reading and discussing. Oh well. A little exercise never killed anyone. Then again, do I want to take the chance?
No waitstaff. No bartenders. who stocks and cleans the glasses? Who makes sure we don't run out of drinks. Interesting place. Patrons go in, get their drinks, talk and read. And be a nice person and top off the drink of the person behind you.
Plenty of reading. Maybe a cellar full of beer. This seems like a place that may have to throw me out at night. See people. Meet people. I've done that in bars. Met some interesting people and heard some interesting stories along the way.
A device for words. Is this a physical device or a metaphorical device? Are they writing something or is there feelings or emotions that inspire these words. Discussing stories. Alternate endings. Plot devices. There are worse ways to spend the time. Maybe even giving your opinion on a story and hearing another opinion on the same story.
Typewriters. I almost forgot about them. Why do people drown it out with music. If they don't like it, can't they just go to the front of the bar where they won't hear it? And who is this man who only spends an hour at a time.
I've thought of a place like this and always wished there was such a place. Maybe that's Heaven. Major League Baseball hosts a banquet every year. Only members of the Hall are invited. I wonder what it's like to be in that company. The people who attended you never met. The people there future newcomers will never meet. I think about sitting down with Machiavelli, Charles Dickens, Tom Clancy. People like that. Pick their brains. Seek their opinions. Their guidance. Their advice.
Good story. Thank you for sharing this.

[Cherrie]

I love your review, it is more interesting than my story. :) and as far as the story goes-
I wanted to give our cafe a backdrop. I thought about the places in Paris that writers congregated at, as patrons. That seemed like the unspoken theme of the story (the people who drop-in). From there, I play it out in my mind and wa-la.

[Greg Gorman]

Happy to do it. I hope it was useful for you.

[Kay/Hayden]

Very unique, never seen anything like it. You explain immaculately why so many of us spend hours of our day on this one website. I am very interested to know; who is this man who returns daily at the same.Love, Kay
"Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emersontimes

[Cherrie]

What an excellent quote, and yes I kinda like the mystery man myself. Everyone loves a good mystery.

[Kay/Hayden]

:O Lemme guess, the mystery man is santie claus

[Cherrie]

Lol, there is always someone just out of the loop watching. I guess the key is to notice those that stand on the edge.

[Crowley]

A great and creative look at our time here and on other sites. I like the description, you portrayed the space in many dimensions and had me feeling warm and wondering if I would encounter Emma or Robert or Margie if I sat and waited long enough. Great piece...

[Cherrie]

I thought the cafe needed four walls. Even if they are virtual. :) it would be so cool to pour a cup of coffee for our friends here and have a visit.

[Crowley]

I have quite often thought the same thing. I have had a chance to meet a few in real life, I even met Ed before he passed. It was quite amazing.

[Cherrie]

I miss Ed, I am so happy you got to meet him. I got to meet Gene for lunch thus summer and I wish we all lived close enough to do the same.

[Kent Rawski]

Wow nice write. I see you took your own good advice and pulled out a piece of paper and began to write. Pretty cool to be able to see some of the intertwinings that take place between each of our own thoughts that inspire bring out more this is really cool and you really nailed it here. thank you you for your love of writing and sharing with others

[Cherrie]

It was a fun write, I am so glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Robert Trakofler]

fantastic! And I wonder sometimes how I blunder into inspiration LOL what a perfect painting of the many penning folks who enter the cafe:) this will always be such a special place for me too dear Cherrie! this story is a bit different for you its part poetry too!

[Cherrie]

There are many times I am solely inspired by something here in the Café. So, I wanted to capture it. At first I was going to make it longer, with different things occurring, but I didn't want to much going on to take way (hopefully) from the charm. I think it would be fun and curious to have others do a Café story/poem.

[barleygirl]

As always, I admire your sky-wide creativity in painting how things go at the cafe. I feel very much the ambiance you describe. For 6 years I've watched some come-and-go in a short spurt, but many stick around for years (like us) & it's great to watch the ones who grow & play & boost each other up as the weeks & months go by. This is one of the best online communities I've ever experienced & I admire you for thinking to capture that in a warm fuzzy swirl of ideas (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie]

I totally agree with you. I've been here 11 years (wow), and the people here are the best. I too have tried other writing sites, and I find them self-centered and plastic. So, cheers to finding those who have the need to create and be heard.