Writing Challenges

Challenge #2

When Jojo Runs

The gentle tinkling of windchimes greeted us as we walked into the tiny, antique-looking cafe situated in the tiny, antique-looking street that I had never seen anyone walk into. 
We scanned the room for the owner, but we couldn't see anyone. What we did see was that the room had perhaps eight square feet of floor space, most of which was situated behind a large wooden counter. There were no windows, and there was an odd, but not unappealing smell that came from the four small couches that sat around the one tiny wooden table in the room.
"Can I help you?" a shaky voice asked. Both of us jumped in shock, and spun on our heels to see an old woman with pale eyes and parchment-like skin looking at us from behind the counter. Calming down, I shrugged and said, "Yes ma'm, what can we get to eat that's fresh?"
She smiled coyly and said, "Everything's fresh, dear; it's just the appearance of this place that makes it all look older than it is."
"Well, what's the best tasting thing you can make?"
She laughed a croaky laugh and asked, "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Well, I'm Johanna, and this," I gestured to the muscular, tan boy beside me, "is Raoul."
She flashed us a crooked smile and mumbled, "When Jojo runs, the rest of us run."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing dearie, I'll go get started." She shuffled behind the counter and began to potter around with a pan and some butter.
Raoul muttered under his breath so only I could hear him, "She's senile."
I smirked and nodded.
A strong gust of wind blew, causing the heavy wooden door to slam shut, which in turn made the bare, flickering lightbulb shatter, engulfing us in darkness. 
There was a sudden loud scream, and I heard the pan that had been in the woman's hand clatter to the floor. A dull thud followed that, and then I heard a laugh, and I could no longer hear the windchimes. The smell of blood hit my nostrils like a truck.

When Raoul and I left the cafe, we decided that that was the best meal we had had in a long time.



A/N: Sorry, I don't usually read or write things like this, so the quality is probably not very good.