Alright, you've heard the story before.
Six friends, inseparable through most of their time in school, broke contact with one another shortly after graduating from high school.
It's been six years, and just recently one of them sent of emails to all the others. It wasn't anything complicated; just a date, a time, and a place, as well as a sentence or two about what would (hopefully) be -c-
Happening.
Each and every one of them put their plans on hold, and flocked back to their old home: A small town in North Carolina.
You heard me right. Not New York, not California. North Carolina.
The time is 3:00 PM. It's raining heavily, which makes their destination all the cozier. It's a small internet cafe, withdrawn from the main road, huddled amongst a cluster of other small shops. There-c
Are only a few tables and chairs, and there's only ever a few customers at a time. The counter is open to the rest of the shop, and the menu is written in neat, precise handwriting on a black chalkboard.
In one corner there's two couches, arranged in a wedge shape, grouped around a long coffee table and a TV on a stand. There's an old computer a little ways away from that, and vines of leaves -c-
Are grown on a rack over the whole arrangement.
It has a casual, homey feel, and is run by a cheerful African-American man. The walls are mostly window, and look out onto the street.
It's been years since they've been there, but it's still in business and looking much the same as it did when they used to meet there.
But how much have they changed?
What secrets are they keeping?
There is but one-c
Way to find out. -d-
 Ithtar · Tue Dec 08, 2009 @ 04:08pm · 0 Comments |
