The Café of Impossibilities

stephen-baum

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.

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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.

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    • 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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