The Last Thing On The Menu
“Drama stirs when mixing caramel with chocolate…” No, scratch that. My inner monologue was keeping me awake through a miserable, rainy afternoon outside of the EAT ME CAKES cafe - my new customer. I was sitting inside at a splintering table, hunched over my yellow notebook titled Busy Bee, with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tantalizing my nostrils.
Me: “Hey Jo, what shall we have for dinner?” Jo: “No time for silly questions, the steaks are high.” Me: “Right, ‘cos every missed steak is a mistake!”
“What was it that you saw again? A pendant?” “A locket...a heart-shaped locket...with an engraving that read Lapis Luna...and the Wood Folk were chanting ‘Helm held high! Helm held high!’”