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The 50-Word Vignette Challenge

50-Word Vignette #48

Prompt: Fantasy Cafe

My fantasy cafe is a colourful, ramshackle affair, sprawling over several floors of an old mill building. Outside, the song of river and willows and birds. Inside, art for sale and selves of books to borrow while you eat homemade flapjacks to the accompaniment of folk singers in the corner.

(I've actually had more than on dream set in this cafe).

Anybody else like to join in and write their own? Just post it in the comments. All welcome.


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Aug. 29th, 2015 12:26 am (UTC)
"If we came across a cafe," said Tristan, without looking up from his box, "what would you like it to serve?"

"What inspired that question?" said Rosa, dryly.

"The writing assignment. A fantasy cafe. I thought it would serve our favorites."

"Newsies," said John. "With news of how this happens."
Aug. 29th, 2015 11:51 am (UTC)
Aug. 30th, 2015 01:28 am (UTC)
I'll meet you in the fantasy cafe.
Your first challenge is to find the entrance.
Here is a scroll with coded directions. Also, a magic bracelet. You'll have to figure out later what the bracelet is for.
Aug. 30th, 2015 01:56 pm (UTC)
How wonderful! I love a puzzle, not to mention a magic bracelet!
Aug. 30th, 2015 08:06 am (UTC)
My mind dizzy with the day’s words, I fall asleep into a dream of my fantasy café.
Oscar removing commas, Ms Parker conjuring, Ernest & Gertrude arguing. Simone & Jean-Paul too (he looks cross.) Byron sulking (it was ever thus) & goodness, Mrs Woolf, stuffing her knickers into her bag!
Aug. 30th, 2015 01:56 pm (UTC)
Lol! Mrs Woolf stuffing her knickers into her bag?!
Aug. 30th, 2015 02:01 pm (UTC)
It's true. They fell down in Oxford Street. She calmly stepped out of them & shoved them in her handbag. Classy.
My cafe is set in France, but it's a fantasy, so I don't care!
Aug. 30th, 2015 02:15 pm (UTC)
And in other news...
Thought you were on radio silence?
Aug. 30th, 2015 01:00 pm (UTC)
he might as well have called it Fantasy Cafe
but Rodolphe Salis called it Le Chat Noir
in a “seedy section” of Paris
swiss guard at the door
a throne
the rowdy artists who met there
cheep beer and wine
laughter and tales told
visit for just a night - fantasy
Aug. 30th, 2015 01:57 pm (UTC)
What a wonderful conjuring. I used to have *that* poster on my wall :O)
Aug. 30th, 2015 02:11 pm (UTC)
Variation on a theme. ;)
*Like* (As we say on Facebook.) ROFL!
Aug. 31st, 2015 10:19 am (UTC)
glad you "like" it
also very glad L J is NOT facebook
Aug. 31st, 2015 10:52 am (UTC)
le sigh...
Aug. 31st, 2015 02:22 pm (UTC)
LOL you brought the elephant into the room
it is "that elephant" isn't it
the one with the big clumsy feet : )
Aug. 30th, 2015 02:27 pm (UTC)
And (I always forget to do this) I love the sound of your cafe!

'Art for sale & shelves of books...'
Sep. 5th, 2015 10:29 am (UTC)
:O) It's cropped up several times over the years as a location in dreams I've had. Odd.
Sep. 5th, 2015 10:37 am (UTC)
Maybe a hint? An abandoned (Gothic - obvs) cafe, the dust-laden remnants of afternoon tea... And books that when they fall open have only bank pages... Unless you know the trick...

*Shakes head* Sorry - Revelling in my new ghost story!
Sep. 14th, 2015 10:33 am (UTC)
Belatedly reading this, and *shuddering*. Oo yes. What a gorgeous image. *Imagination canters off gleefully*. Can't wait for life to settle down so I can get back to writing!
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