“I never had a computer, or pumpkin spice lattes, or a cell phone. I had a VCR for about a year. I had a French Press. I’d get coffee beans from the Farmer’s Market. There was a little booth with a zillion spices and about thirty flavors of coffee.”
“They’re still there. I think the gal there has been selling spices since she was a teenager, maybe forty years now.”
“Wow. Remember the Mexican bakery?”
“I’m a Vampire. I don’t eat pastries.”
“Well, you eat other things besides blood. I know that.”
“The olive guy. There was a guy who sold olives and pickles.”
“You eat olives?”
“Sure. I eat most green things.”
“I love artichokes.”
“Sure. Not a lot but you know, sometimes.”
“I can’t imagine Dracula eating green beans.”
“Dracula is a fictional character. In fiction the only time people eat green beans is when they snap them with their grandma. I doubt if Dracula snapped beans with his grandma.”
Nigel the Ghost held a hot mug of coffee laced with cinnamon. He put his head down and closed his eyes. “I miss coffee.”
“You can always get it here,” I said.
“It isn’t the same when you can’t drink it. Shit, I haven’t had a real cup of coffee in thirty two years.”
He brushed his black hair out of his eyes, then smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve been dead longer than I was alive.”
“So you’ve told me.”
I sat across from the Ghost, his black hair shaggy around his face, a black tie, and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up today. He’d hidden the gash in his head and the blood on his pale face. His eyes flickered from the coffee to me.
He cleared his throat, not because he needed to but for dramatic effect. “I might be a ghost but I’m not completely dead.”
“You’re never completely dead as long as someone stills loves you.”
“I can feel it but unfortunately I can’t see them. Well, I can’t see most of them. I don’t know how to get to them. You know the limits of my territory is out of my control.”
“So you’re stuck with me.”
“Stuck with a Vampire. Who would have thought.”
“Want me to heat that coffee up.”
“Sure, and add some nutmeg to it. Pumpkin Spice.” Then he winked and gave me a rare smile. “You know this is weird.”
“Not for us.”
Then he put his head back and laughed. I just sipped my own coffee and then put his cup in the microwave, because that is what friends do, even if they’re Vampires or Ghosts.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Coffee with Vampires and Ghosts