Cheers to the Cinnamon Coffee Cup Crew, here is my entry for the latest #spillthebeans challenge. There are 3 options to choose from, for your creative focus:
I am choosing:
Option 1. A witch, a zombie, a werewolf, and the devil are sitting around a table drinking coffee.
WELCOME TO COUNT QUACKS CASTLE
Its a cool day outside, Halloween has come and gone for a thousand years. It was time to call my crew of 4, for our ritual of Divine Coffee. I dusted the furniture, swept the floor, and put on my finest pair of trousers
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.....POOF
I almost sharted some powder from my old ass, i thought when they knocked, as i was deep thinking about the universe. I creaked open my front door, to reveal what looked like a line of 4 trick or treaters. Yall here for candy, a kick in the furry behind, or ya coming in for a drink ya beasts, I snarled.
As Count Quack, and being near immortal, ive been quite crabby for 500 years. I used to be a young man ya know.
Hi, how are ya, Renny the Witch says.
Hello Hello, goes Brainy the Zombie.
Hummmmphhh, goes Wally the Werewolf.
......like a silent ghost, the Devil himself also walks past into my humble abode.
Weve all been aquainted as friends for the past 2 centuries, since time itself twisted into a portal and weve all be swirling around in the parallel universe, but somehow still existing in the year 2022.
Take a seat, take a seat, (cough). Id like to just simply say, im glad to see you all again.
I look across to everyone as theyve settled at the table, with a Giant Pot in the middle. "Have you all brought your secret ingredient??", i ask.
Renny the Witch throws a toad into the pot. Brainy breaks off a piece of his finger and throws it into the pot. Wally the werewolf squishes a mysterious fruit and the juice drips into the pot. The Devil, lights a cigarette and smokes for a minute as we all watch in silence.
The Devil is intriguing and within a minute of silence says, Lets Go. He puts the cigarette out and eats the butte. Snaps his fingers and makes a flame. The other hand does a snap and another cigarette appeared out of nowhere. He lights the cigarette and throws the whole thing into the pot.
I, Count Quack, take a drop of blood from my vile and put it into the pot.
The Devil assists and lights the fire under the pot as it all just cooks. I get a snack tray for my guests, with some sandwiches. We are all ghastly, but who doesnt love a sandwich. A shot of whiskey? I turn to grab the Jack, but Renny already drank the whole bottle, witches love whiskey, jeez. Save room for the Coffee!
4 hours go by, Renny is flirting with Wally the Werewolf. Brainy, the Devil and I have a game of poker going on.
The Bell tolls, blood drops roll, and i question and poll.
Toads, frogs, rats, and Moles.
Dusty fingertips, cracked skin, and empty souls.
To be anew again, young and immortal is our goal.
Tip the Pot, let the Coffee pour, into the hole.
Stir the rest with this wooden pole.
bubble, bubble, bubb, bubb......
Weve gathered here at the table again, ready to sip.
Aboard time and space, may the quantum entanglement be our ship.
As we hold our firmest grip.
May this Coffee, not be our last sip.
POOF
Reality
Ill let you imagine what might happen next. Im making a cup of coffee just black, in reality, my story is done.
Making a new coffee i got which is pretty good. A Columbian Supremo. Decent brand, cheap box full of 80 k-cups. Good quality though with a compostable cup.
And this interesting twist of a Count Quack picture. I had to punch out early because a patient didnt show up and ive been pondering here for a moment but time to wrap it up.
Cheers to your day.
