‡ĺńđŕń§¤'s short story
“I’ll just have to go and sort this mess out.” Manny, Meche’s new travel agent, got up and strode out of the room with a bothered expression on his face.
Why did Manny seem so irate? It was a question that she didn’t know the answer to – yet. A year had passed since Manny had said those words and strode out of the room. Meche then left by
herself, to start her long, four-year journey across the Land of the Dead. Meche still had no idea whether she qualified for a decent travel package or not, but she hadn’t gotten one. Maybe she just was never good enough.
Now it was a year later. Meche had found herself in a small port town, Rubacava. She had spotted a neon sign bearing the words ‘Calavera Café.’ Suddenly Meche was struck with a thought.
Calavera… wasn’t that Manny’s surname?
Meche headed towards the sign and up two flights of stairs, until she came to the entrance of the café, which looked more like a nightclub. In the front room was a desk piled high with coats.
“HELLO!” yelled a perky voice. “Can I help you?”
Meche strode towards the coats, where a petite skeleton bounced about energetically. “Does this café have anything to do with Manny Calavera?” she asked.
“Well, SURE! He OWNS the place! You wanna talk to him? I’ll try to call him RIGHT down!”
When the coat-check girl headed upstairs, Meche went back outside to wait for Manny to make his appearance. She waited a long time, about twenty minutes.
“Oh, Manny, where are you?” she asked sadly, standing at the railing that looked out over Rubacava. Suddenly a scuffling sound caused her to turn around. A silhouette stood there, but at
once Meche sensed that he wasn’t Manny.
“Manny’s not coming,” the silhouette spoke. “I’m Domino Hurley. Come with me to the edge of
the world…”
Meche looked out over Rubacava. She looked back at the Calavera Café. Then she followed the footsteps of Domino, on board a ship out of the small port town…