|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Mary Joy's MisfortunesIt was a hot sunny afternoon in Aspertia City. Mary Ann Joy, the daughter of the local Nurse Joy, was enjoying a nice walk through a patch of forest close to the city. By this point, she could feel her feet aching inside her white "Mary Jane" shoes. Sitting herself down on a fallen log, she felt tempted to continue her way home in her barefeet, but decided against it for fear of getting her feet dirty.
Standing back up again, Mary started off once more when suddenly she felt something moist under her shoes. Looking down, Mary saw she had stepped in something gooey. She tried lifting up her left shoe, but it snapped back down into the "goo" again. Then she tried lifting up her right shoe, but it too snapped back down again.
"What the heck is this?" Mary asked herself.
As she struggled to free her shoes, she placed her hand against a nearby tree and felt something gooey on it. She turned and took her hand off, noticing a bit of the same goo on her hand. Looking up the tree, she noticed s
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
Keep in Touch!