Iron Cafe - Part 1 of 2 Parts

Minuette flew over cobblestones much faster than herself, moving swifter than her thoughts could carry her, to reach their obvious conclusions up ahead. Metal cleated tap shoes made an awful racket racing through the labyrinthine of alleyways.  Sidewalks drew too much attention to themselves with the noise and did not add to the solution she was looking for. No one must see her at this hour as she travels down the streets.  Her dark green dress lifted in the wind, just above her ankles, like a mask on open oceans as she sailed in it.  A hint of pure white skirt was barely visible in the dim light. It was night. No. It was day. No. It must be afternoon. No. There is too much dark. It was daytime. I'm sure of that. The sun is simply hidden by the clouds as fog rolls in. Was it the library or the café that made her frantic?  Longberry is illusive, an easy place to get lost in, along with memories which plays odd tricks that come back to her in circles. She was heading in the wrong direction.  Minuette must pivot on the moment to rectify that and so desired to run faster than her feet could take her, backtracking from her origins.   Time was running up behind her.  There remained significant ground to cover and to master in mere seconds.  Archeologists must also eat.  She was famished. The café will have to wait. Her mind is dead set on the library, which had by coincidence just opened up before her sleepy eyes.  It is more important to feed her head.  New books on rocks had just arrived. She was happy and dove right in to read each one, each savory line. A crusty old man sat next to her for conversation. He will remain anonymous for the time being. There are many reasons why but moving right along and not to place such a fine point on the matter; she caught her breath somewhere between his bad breath and a smile and the color red, which welled up inside of her like fire.  An angry index finger came up to touch her cherry lips which parted with a simple "Shh." "We are in the library." She signaled to him to gaze upon the SILENCE sign, prominently on display, Pointed at it confidently to add to his enlightenment.  Such evidence was hoped to change his behavior and his manners.  Enlightenment was not his claim to fame. Not much could be done to change his odor either.