Sunday, July 31, 2005

The Lunch

The chandlers had glass drop ornaments that hung from between the light bulbs. The tabletops were wood and matched the floor in color and texture. Some French lullabies played in the background and it seemed like a likely enough place to run into the Devil besides the fact that it was a vegetarian restaurant. The booths along the side wall furthest from the door had small lights, fixed low. right next to where the diner would be sitting. There were fountains of fake ivy that flowed off of the wall. The large window that faced the front opened up onto the street and was decorated with lace curtains.

I was eating my soup, mushroom with dill, when he came in the door. You can always tell the Devil when he is near, his dominions pay close attention to you and he will not even so much as give you the time of day. Still, while others may have run or freaked out and refused to finish their meal; I decided to stay, as the food was so delightful. He ordered a spinach salad and spent a lot of time talking on his cell. The waitress brought me my dessert clearly aggravated. It was delicious raspberry chocolate layer cake smothered in chocolate sauce. They had made a nice design with the dark and light chocolate.

I gave the host my credit card and I could hear him run it through three times before he had to bring it back to me to tell me that it had been declined. I paid with another and left a three-dollar tip. I grabbed Gaia and decide to steal one more glance at him before I left. To my surprise he was looking right at me and stared directly into my eyes. The waitress stumbled by and got sick on the floor next to my shoe. I said nothing, she looked up at me, her face twisted and she ran into the back room. A horrible stench filled the room and the demons came out of the walls, a jet plane landed on the street outside and all of the world leaders came spilling out just to be devoured by a flood of water that flushed in to flush them out.

I looked back at him but he was shutting me out again and the waitress had returned fresh and clean. The street was again suitable for cars and I could see mine parked outside. I finished gathering my things and walked out to it and drove away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I always see the Devil in vegetarian restaurants...