I’m awakened by the sound of laughter drifting through the window of my small flat above the Café. From there I can see the cobblestone streets beginning to fill with partiers, snow piling at the curbside. My clock reads ten PM. Sinking slowly into a warm bath, my wet hair has the scent of lavender and smoke, my skin the smell of yesterday’s perfume mingled with the haunting presence of strong cologne and the sweet scent of sweat and rope. At the mirror I brush my hair and pull it back with a silver plated comb, slip into smoky seamed stockings and my clingy black frock. Making my way past the crowded bar I find my usual booth in the dark fringe of a deserted corner, order a glass of red wine and wait.

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167 thoughts on “The Sad Cafe (VIII)

  1. One would think The Sad Cafe would make me sad.
    NOT! I feel intrigued, invited to be in a place where no one really knows anyone, yet all know each other…in a smoky haze way.
    Adore this series, Holly. How many have you written?
    ‘Tis a book on its own. xoxoxo

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    1. The Sad Café made its debut in a collaboration a couple of years ago. I’ve been visiting it whenever possible. It’s dark and mysterious , one never knows when they will meet themselves there in a dark corner. Thank you dear Meece. ❤️

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          1. yeah.. cheap black nylons and expensive hot pink 3.25 inch heels. Open toe, mesh across the vamp and ankle straps as thin as spaghetti.
            Never really stood on them for long, anyway.

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          2. Exactly!
            MEECE! Music night, tonight.
            Almost finished Frida. She will be finished tonight or tomorrow.
            Been doing other AGM drawings in between.
            Got my new RR, PBH, AGM story happening!
            Will mail you with the entire scoop tomorrow!
            xoxoxoxoxo

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          1. In the far past there were many cafés in the smallest village or at the side of the road. I used them to comfort me during a ride in motorcycle or to phone when the bike was broken down and needed to be repaired ! (no cell phone at this time ) ❤

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  2. Seeing this apparition after she had slipped into smoky seamed stockings and a clingy black frock, would be anything but sad. I love you sad cafe series.

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          1. Yeah.. Lol.. My older girl was the first to say it!! having said that now, our friends, we often go to Glencoe with have just said they will come here to stay, cos of all the over and above regulations at the hotel there just now. And then they could have a night out like we all did a few months back. That was the one where..uhm.. we sort of … ‘partayed’ round the Ferry, in the middle of all the rules here, and always just left each bar, ahead of being flung out like every group of complete strangers we randomly got in tow with, were. Then we sat up and yapped outside in our loggia till like 3 am. I tell you I am so touched they want to come back.

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          2. Well, my son says he won’t go anywhere with me just because I crashed a wedding. I love weddings and fit right in. No one was sure if I was from the bride or the grooms side.
            Hopefully the good times will soon return, I’m glad your daughter recognizes you are the fun one!!

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          3. OMG I wish we lived closer. One of starrers was in this Irish bar in Rome where the MR nipped to the loo, which was in another building… When in Rome and came back not just to spend the evening with Frank Mutabila and Evelyn Tembo but have them pick up the tab. Except we didn’t believe it was Frank Mutabila and Evelyn till we got home and saw him interviewing Hilary Clinton in youtube. But that nite with the daughter..well that included things, I went to the loo and opened the fire escape door by mistake and then spent 20 mins walking round the back pends of Dundee till I got back to the streets of Dundee and the front door of the pub. That was but one incident of many that night.

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          4. I am envisioning you desperately working your way back to the right side of town. Hahaha, if we lived closer we’d probably end up spending a few nights in the local jail. But sometimes you have to pay the price a good night out. xxxxxxxxxxx

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          5. Lol yeah. i was brought up on the wrong side of town. What was funny that night was the fire door shut behind me, so I had to trail down several flights but many of the pends in Dundee are now dead ends whether there’s fire doors or not that lead to them. They are the old ways around the city, quite hard to find entrances to. So yeah, there was a good amount of walking before i found an exit.

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  3. Love the little immersive details here … the slow sensual preparation, the wistful melancholy of the lonely drinker in a shadowy corner – beautifully captivating scene you’ve woven, Holly! ❤

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      1. Always an honor and privilege to read and share your posts with followers and readers, Holly!
        I hope your school districts can get the same victory that they got here over Abbott’s ban of mask mandates from the courts. The Cruise lines beat DeSantis on the mask and vaccination mandates. So I’m hoping your courts will take DeathSantis down too! Be safe, Dear!
        😊💕💕🌹

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        1. I hope you are having a great time Chuck.
          I hope something good will happen in Florida soon. The medical personnel are worn completely out and they are considering stopping elective surgeries for lack of equipment and space. Many people will die of undiagnosed diseases. DeSantis is a monster. 💕💕🌹

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  4. Oh I love this story. Very intriguing. I hope there is more, I can feel the room watching her!! Lovely 🥰 Hugs, Joni

    I tried to comment on the ballon post. I loved it and read about the horrible accident Tim talked about. So tragic. The piece and the balloons that Tim photographed were so beautiful. I bet they really get to know each other. How fun. Sending love. ❤️Joni

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          1. I will pray for you. Prayers are a powerful weapon against the evil in this world. Bless you. I went to Nursing School in Lexington,Ky but took my boards in Washington State. I would not want to be a nurse now and was too sensitive and climbed in bed with my dying patients that were alone, so not your typical nurse. I applaud you and thank you both for your courage and service. May God Bless your heart, May He send angels of protection to keep you safe. May you be a blessing and a kind face to your patients. May the Lord shine His light upon you and keep you safe from all harm. Amen.
            I remember that you are a nurse I am so sorry I had forgotten. Bless your sweet heart for what you do through your work and your amazing poetry. Love ❤️ you Joni

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          2. Dear Joni, it’s very difficult being in the medical profession right now . We are losing a lot of nurses, over 120 across the county in just a few weeks. Your prayers are so appreciated and needed. Thank you dear one.
            Stay safe . ❤️

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          3. I will pray for you Holly. You are a brave soul. I can’t imagine. Please make sure to take care of yourself. I am guessing you are a bit of an empath too. This is based on your beautiful words in your work. Stay blessed and talk to God whenever you need to and out loud if you feel the need. God will never forsake you, this I believe. Again God bless you and I will fall prostrate now and give our Father thanks for you and pray again for your safety and that of your teams. Love you Holly❤️🤗🦋😘👩‍⚕️👨‍⚕️

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  5. A smoky sultry atmosphere to this one, Holly. The last two words are a captivating hook. I want the rest of the story though I expect it will end with waiting on the next day in the same corner booth.

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