
Come into the shop with extra muscles and more blood than other people. Come in grinning. Eyes sparking humorous energy. Can get down to the bottom shelves even when balancing hot coffee; the bottom shelves are fun. They get the music I’m playing, sometimes executing a few imperceptible dance steps next to Biographies.
When the sound of motorbikes shaves the air away from the inside of the shop, the coffee people don’t notice. Coffee is a hot fragrant cushion. The young couple nursing steaming hot coffee look at me and nod happily. There’s another family in here too this morning, flushed and fresh from cold grass and junior soccer. They are on their way to get coffee.
One of their children bought a book about chocolate to the counter. His two golden coins were hot clutched. He handed them to me, hot, clutched, melting.
A smaller girl appeared at the counter, just her face. Then a five-dollar note flapped onto the counter in front of me.
Then her book poked up slowly and was laid next to the five dollar note: Lego Star Wars. I gave her back a coin and her eyes widened, then softened.
The coffee people cross and re cross the floor, going from room to room beaming light, carrying Ernest Hemingway and Chaucer. Reaching for Johnathon Swift, The coffee illuminating and warming sudden new interests.
I can hear children quarrelling smally in the back room.
Now the green grass soccer family are leaving, everyone with a carefully chosen book, and mum with a paper bag, a newspaper, her book, and a son burying his head into her stomach as they bundle through the door and into the cold which isn’t cold for them.
The coffee people continue, ‘What about the collected works of Charles Dickens..?’
‘We’ve got most of them.’
She nods and dives at the lower shelves. Something else.
It sounds like a wonderful day at the store from the little kid who got a coin in change to the coffee couple intense in their exploration.
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It was a nice day. Always good when families come in !
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What do you do when they try to pay with chocolate money? (I think that’s what you said the first little boy was doing…?)
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No, he had real money, but the coins were so warm and bright – made me think of chocolate money 😋
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What a lyrical life at the bookstore! I should open one myself-what a dream!
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Thank you 🙂🙂 I do enjoy it !
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