The Café of Impossibilities


The Café of Impossibilities

It’s down an alley between the shops, around a corner that isn’t always there. You push open the low door and a soothing murmur of conversation greets you. The coffee is frankly mediocre, but Amelia looks great at – what was it? – thirty-eight to your careworn fifty-five. Amelia who always knew the importance of trivialities, who cheered each tiny triumph. In a quiet corner your dad forgets to drink his tea; your fingers itch to stroke the old cat’s fur. But too soon you’re out in the crowded street and that isn’t really the back of Amelia’s head disappearing from view.

M J Lewis ©2015

Here is my contribution to Friday Fiction, presided over as ever by the amazing Rochelle. The sweet-peas are blooming out in the garden, or tennis is on the telly if you prefer to stay inside behind gently wafting curtains. It is indeed a lovely British summer. Thanks for visiting wherever you are.  (And to whomsoever stopped by from Mongolia only this week, multiple thanks.)

Thanks also to Stephen Baum for this week’s photo.

16 thoughts on “The Café of Impossibilities

  1. You seem to hint at a dementia-like state for the tea-forgetting father while your entire piece applies that same idea to the reader. Only possible through use of 2nd person voice here, and that’s quite a trick. Impressive.

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    • Haven’t really used the second person before and you’re right – it produces an interesting effect.
      Didn’t do it very consciously, but two things occur to me: the narrator is me (partly) and using the second person produces a sort of shield to hide behind; also have only just read a stunningly good book – The Leipzig Affair by Fiona Rintoul – where one of the two narrators is given this device. I think it does, as you suggest, draw in the reader to a different place from the conventional first person.
      Thanks for reading and for your interesting comments.


    • I have been watching Dirk Gently on iplayer recently so a few influences could have crept in.
      Actually I’m still trying to find the ballroom where you can dance the fandango with Douglas Adams.

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