Cafe After Dark — A Short Story
The lights snapped off. Darkness blanketed everything. Footsteps moved about the darkened room as beeps from the alarm system were set, followed by more footsteps echoing towards the doors. The creak of the doors opening and closing could be heard just before the sound of the lock clicked into place. The humans had left the café for the night.
“Thank goodness. I didn’t think they’d ever leave.”
“What are you complaining about? You just sit there trying to look pretty while they use us constantly.” The cash register blinked its lights in response to the bag of coffee beans that had broken the silence. Other slight noises began to emerge from various corners of the large room.
Several of the tables shifted where they had been placed. The two large chairs set around the empty fireplace groaned as they relaxed. The stools at the long internet bar did a few stiff dances.
“You think I don’t go through a lot during the day? Every few minutes someone has to pick me up and squeeze me like I’m a n orange or something. Then they shove me against their face and sniff me. Like they can smell my beans through the vacuum-sealed pouch! What are they thinking?” The bag gave a huff as it shuffled from side to side in irritation.
