Dear Writer, - The Fooo Conspiracy (Felix Sandman)

6: Blame it on the Coffee

-Linnea-

I lay awake in my bed watching the ceiling swim in circles, I must have stared at it so long my brain began creating absurd illusions of what I was seeing.

Today is Saturday, and I luckily do not have to attend school. But I do have to make breakfast.

My feet lead my body to the floor slowly standing and waking up.

"Linnea! Come here!" Bea is already at it, I swear one of these days she is going to yell at me so loud my mirror in my room would vibrate off the wall and crash to the floor. Ir she will pop a blood vessel, either one.

"Ya?"

"My food isn't made yet? You're slacking!"

I look to the table and hungover Bea stands behind the table attempting to cook eggs. Usually she calls me to do it for her but she is actually scared at this point because of the exploded egg in the microwave.

"You can't microwave eggs." I tell her blankly. This doesn't stop her from standing on the other side of the room a safe distance holding a spatula between her woven fingers.

"Can you go pick up some thing from the cafe? I don't even want eggs anymore."

I nod and collect some money into my back pocket. Usually I would be mad to leave, but I will do anything to spend some time away from her.

I make my way outside and begun my stroll past a trinket shop up a few blocks. Malson Cafe is the place I always go to, it is farther away from my house but a walk was fine with me.

I reach the Cafe and it's open luckily, a blue canopy she installed years ago sways in the wind through the old tears. The building is made of old bricks and cracked sealant but that doesn't influence the fact that her cinnamon buns are down right the best in all of Stockholm.

"Hello Linnea!" Mrs. Malson greets with two kisses warming my cheeks. She wears a bright blue pendant around her neck. Would it be appropriate to call her style gaudy? Probably, but never to her face. "How are you holding up?"

She is always really nice to me, offering me a sweet treat when Bea leaves no money for me to pick up food or makes me a hot drink when Bea locks me out of the house during the winter months.

"I am fine, I need two croissants and a coffee for Miss Princess." I tell her.

Judging by her weak laugh she knows I was referring to Bea.

"I hope shes is not causing any trouble." she looks at me raising an eyebrow.

I figure I should lie. "Everything is fine."

Mrs. Malson places the few treats in a brown bag and hands it to me.

"It's free today." She smiles.

"Thank you so much!" I lean over to wrap my arms around her shoulders. Her over weight body makes it difficult to do this but she was always warm so on cold days she would be really comforting.

"Make sure you pass on my hellos!" She tells me as I leave her embrace, Bea isn't fond of Mrs. Malson however because she is so close to me I tell her I do to please her.

"I will." I lie.

I smile at her and leave shoving the front doors open.

The crisp air floods into the warm building and the large mass of a boy rushes in to escape the cold. He swoops in accidentally pushing me down in the process.

"Are you alright? I am so sorry!" He hovers to his knees picking me up as fast as he can.

"Ya I'm fine." I snap, this is when I realize Bea's coffee has spilt all over the floor in a pool of brown around me staining my clothes.