Iron Cafe - Part 2 of 2 Parts

Minuette had the complexion of a porcelain doll with a touch of cherubim thrown in for good measure. Her desire, her passion in life was to discover and taste new salty rocks and stones. Nothing gave her greater pleasure. Madge would be waiting for her at the café; her only true friend who, like her, enjoyed privacy. Rocks however, where not her forte, nor were they to be perceived or seen in her future. She craved emptiness and empty spaces in her life. The old man with the nasty breath and matching manners, continued to fester in his persistence. He thought he had unearthed a new found friend in Minuette. She would promptly prove him wrong by simply leaving, taking with her some valued books on minerals. There was not a single blade of grass or living tree in Longberry. This made her sad. She had grown up along the chalk cliffs at quite a distance from the city. Nature blossomed there with vegetation, farm lands, not too far nor too close to the sea. This life nourished her into maturity. It was time to carve through the solid fog with her delicate form to find the hidden day. She moved her body into it but first she dipped her cleated shoes without delay or fear of mist. In fact she had no qualms with life in any way. The Iron Café was just around the corner down the street. Hot coffee and some scones would be delightful. It will be nice to see her friend Madge again, a quiet woman who knows when to simply smile, accept life's trials and eat her meal. Not all of us are interested in stones and rocks. Later on, Minuette will take another walk but this time to the country side. There are many salty stones to be unearthed. She can't wait to place them in her mouth, swirl them around for hours. The flavors will tell her where they came from. Some taste like ocean waves, others like caves. No two taste the same.