Cafe

     This cafe is too light.  Too old.  It looks like it belongs in some 1920's painting made primarily for the future.  The future? They probably never thought about that.  Picasso, and all those art freaks.
     I didn't even want to come in here tonight.  The coming oppresive darkness outside wanted to swallow me, I could feel it.  Maybe it was something like, the way the clouds looed.  With all the pollution in teh air, it sure adds to one incredible sunset.  The clouds would be thick, and the closer toward the horizon, the more redder it looked.
     Of course, the red just made me think of blood, too.  It'd be cold after a while, when the night has finally approached.  Cold and dead.
     The door behind me opened.
     One of those littel brutilized bells dinged the onlt audible evidense of the opening af the door.  Then the cold came.  I had almost forgotten how cold it was.  Maybe I just didn't want to remember.
     The newbie walked past me, she had a heavely purfumed aura of a trial that followed her.  From the back, I could see her greying hair toucked neatly under an almost too large, black hat.
     This isn't the first time I have seen her.  Though we never talked, I know her voice from her conversations withe the cafe manager.  It was haughty and smooth.
     But this morning, she muttered with an unusual thick voice, a request of something to the bartender, also the manager.  While he prepared the woman's order, she studies the cafe's content as if she'd just blindly ran in from danger, and was just now surveying her hiding place.
     I was almost concered, definatly curious.  So I studied her, and her actions.  She had a dark, long overcoat, almost a cloak, draped about her.  It wasn't  buttoned, if it had a zipper, it wasn't zipped.  Her dull, dark read dress came down to knee length.  She had always worn such clothing when I'd see her here.
     She always made my leisure clothing and spontaneous dresses look poor and nearly drabby.  Nothing else was different about her tonight.
      I went back to my own self.  I should have been back in my dorm at the University g oregon, studying for a few finals.  My attention hadn't stayed on my affairs for long, I looked back toward her again.  My mouth dropped open as I saw her with her eyes fixed on emine, coming toward me.
     When she reached my side, she seized my shoulder with a decievingly stong grip.  Her mouth came close to mine, then my nose and stopped at my eye.  Her breath was thick and rough on my sense of smell as she  whispered "They came for me last night! They came!" She was talking to my eye the whole time, did she think it heard her?  "Do you know how disustingly sick they are? Wait, don't ou answet that- is disgustenly a word No! They did these tests on me" when she said the word tests, a bit of spittle landed in my eye.  I tried to reach up and wipe it away, she only queezed my shoulder tighter.  "Is it not insane? You don't beleive me! I know you don't! Nobody does! Am I the only one? Am I? You don't beleive!"
     "Sure I belei-"
     "But you havn't even asked me who came last night! Have you?!?"
     "Okay who-"
     "The rusty spatulas!" she cried.  "The Rust Spatulas!  The Rusty Spatulas!  They took me and I probably have rabies or turrets syndrom now! or even SIDS!  Oh God help me!" She shooke me.
     "WAIT! Who???"  I had to clarify this.
     "I knew you wouldn't beleive me! It was those dern RUSTY SPATULAS!" She let out a shriek and bounded out of the cafe.
     I sighed with reliefe for her departure.  "She was talking to my eye the whole time"  I explained to the manager and be both chuckled.
     He said "When will they stop beleiving in them  Rusty Spatulas? It's us aliens that do all the work."
     To my utter and most horrified amazement, he pulled off his face to reveal a bright glowing white skin.
    My heart froze and I fainted right then and there.