Thursday, September 10, 2009

excursions to neighboring countries

There is a cafe next to my bookstore that I go to almost every time I'm at work. There's something about a hot drink or a shot of sugar that is the perfect antidote to the dusty hedgehog-ness that I tend to lapse into while surrounded by books.

Today, in the cafe, I saw:

1. Four young men carefully sorting decks of cards around a chessboard with a tournament style timer off to the side. The cards were mostly black, with whooshing, swirly pictures and the words KNIGHTMARE CHESS emblazoned across the backs.

2. A middle-aged couple playing Scrabble. The woman was biting her lip and gripping a piece of hair in her fist while staring at her little regiment of tiles. The man was staring at her. He had a three-letter word down on the board, and his hands were folded in his lap.

3. An elderly man who picked up a cup of coffee from the counter and took a long handled spoon, which he examined, and then put into his shirt pocket, next to a small bouquet of pens.


Kat Howard said...

Okay, I have no idea what NIGHTMARE CHESS is, but want to play it. Or write a story about it.

Megan Kurashige said...

It boggles my mind so much that it may as well be hermetically sealed in terms of story. I'll just have to wait to read yours. ;)