a short story by Kody Boye
Originally published in the ANTHRO Webzine, January 2009
The man whose bed she shared tonight was only the very beginning of her plan. Sheknew that changing him had worked this time
it had finally, finally,
unlike her other failures of the recent past.Those failures, or at least what was left of them, were hanging from the logs on the
upper portion of her lair. That, of course, wouldn’t be seen by any visitors, because it had
beensealed up long ago, and she was
good at what she did.
The diner was old, musty, dusty, and filled with oddball people (whom some would call
freaks) but it was Shaun’s favorite restaurant. It was the ‘Hillside Café’. Not an original name;
just the cheapest and quietest restaurant in town, more or less. And it was on days like this, thetypical Sunday morning, when the coffee was good and it was an easy day to read
The Stock Exchange
The New York Times
Shaun, fresh out of High School and eagerly waiting his acceptance into the military,read from a newspaper in his usual booth, waiting for the waitress to bring him his coffee.
Shaun placed the newspaper on the table and gave the waitress a smile.
“You ordered dark coffee, right?”
“Yes, Maddie, thank you.”
She nodded and walked off, cleverly sliding her jeans down a bit to expose her thong.Maddie Corvetta was a well-known waitress hereabouts. Or maybe 'notorious' wasmore like it
—most people described her as, ‘A charmingly distasteful young woman’ and, ‘Thereason why I don’t go to that diner.’
He shook his head and picked up his cup of coffee. Before Shaun took a drink, he
noticed that the beans were floating at the top, something he wouldn’t have done if he’d been
at another restaurant.Every single time he came to this diner
every single goddamned time
something waswrong with his order. But then, Shaun didn't come here for the service. Today, his order wassomething too simple for even the Hillside Café to screw up: A grilled cheese sandwich.After silently debating whether or not it might improve the taste, Shaun grabbed a
spoon to crush his coffee’s single, Siamese bean against the side of his cup.
The sandwich came, surprisingly, normal. The same waitress, Maddie, had come back to deliverthe sandwich.After giving Shaun a wink, she walked off.
Damn, she’s hot,
Shaun thought to himself after it had finally sunk in,
I’ll have to get her
number before I leave.
He distracted himself from looking at her “nice ass” as everyone
called it (all the hornyHigh School and college guys, anyway) by taking a bite out of the sandwich. Grilled cheese, anodd morning meal, but it was better than not eating.He ate the sandwich, while alternating between the newspaper and his coffee. WhileShaun was eating, he noticed something go by under his feet.
It was a cockroach…
That truly showed how dirty this restaurant was.Shaun had pretty much lost his appetite by the time he saw the third cockroach gounder his foot. Standing, he left the money for the food, coffee, and a rather large tip of twenty