An Espresso Tale
Accipiter G. Goshawk
Hello everyone! I’m back!
The move was long, hard and took a lot of energy (but that’s how moves work).
So, here we go: a quick Espresso Tale in the spirit of Christmas. Although it is not directly Christmas-y, it deals with friendship, family and coming together.
All the best,
The table had come to them at a messy period in their lives.
They’d just moved – for work and to start fresh – to a small city on the other side of the country. Things were in boxes, lost in countless unknown corners of their new home, and for the first time in ages, they were on their own.
Technology easily gave them the means to keep in touch with friends and family, but when the days wound to their inevitable end, they would often find themselves silenced by the daunting emptiness around them.
Luckily, the table arrived shortly after they did.
Two smiling deliverymen brought it to their front door one cold winter day, along with a rough-cut block of wood.
“It comes with the table,” explained the youngest after they’d signed for the delivery. He then handed them a package. “This also came with it.”
The package contained a small woodcarving knife and a note from Uncle Renn.
“Hello you two.
I hope you are enjoying your new place. Here is a small something to keep in touch; it’s been in my family for quite some time and I would like you to have it.
I won’t say anything else for the moment, but I’m looking forward to seeing you on the 3rd for dinner. Love,
P.S: It’s best if you set up the table as soon as you can; it will be easier that way. No tablecloths.”
Cryptic as ever, Uncle Renn had – of course – neglected to mention anything concerning the block of wood or the carving knife.
Nevertheless, they were thrilled to hear that he would be coming to visit on the 3rd (even though it was a little sudden).
They immediately set up the table. It was a simple thing, with six legs, a long golden surface of polished wood and a simple scrawl of faded writing along its edge. They placed it in the centre of their dining room and thought nothing more of it.
Uncle Renn appeared at six o’clock on the 3rd.
They were expecting him to ring the doorbell. Instead, he appeared at the table in his bathrobe and slippers, clutching a small wooden figurine.
“So, what’s for dinner?” he asked, grinning in satisfaction as he took in their surprised looks.
As the evening moved along and they dug into their meals, he finally told them more about the table.
“It’s a doorway, or a…meeting point. Anyone who has been given a figurine carved from the block of wood can wish to appear at the table. The effect only lasts a few hours, can only be used once a day and only works if the table is uncovered. Put a tablecloth over it and the ‘portal’ is closed; a handy trick to know if you want to avoid Grandma walking in on you at any hour of the day,” he said with a wink.
“I think it may have other properties as well, but I’m afraid I may have been too lazy to figure them all out.”
Once diner was over, he thanked them and disappeared into thin air, leaving them staring at their magical gift.-
The story continues in The magic table: Part II…