MANIRUSE
It was a day in summer that it was a little cloudy but the sun was glaring and ridiculously hot.
The crazy hotness woke Maniruse a while past noon.
There was nothing special to do, though, he got up.
Enduring nausea, he forced himself to put some ham and rye into stomach with mineral water.
He felt dripping with sweat underneath shirt, dizzy as well.
It was a little cloudy but it was also fine.
The cloud made sunshine scatter that it was glittered.
Couldn't see outside of the window without eyes half-closed.
If taking a shower, wouldn't be able to hold on nausea,
so he gave up and threw some capsules of aspirin into his mouth instead,
then changed into a dark blue suit and went out.
The cafe that's been opening since a month ago was prosperous. There's
no vacant table where was shade of the roadside trees. He sat a table
that was by the street and the sun glared down on the table most
terribly. There was no wind.
He ordered a hot coffee, a kind look waitress became stiff with worry and said.
"Are you all-right, sir? I think you have a nosebleed..."
The kind look waitress kindly held out her handkerchief to him but she
was called by head waitress or someone else so she put it on his table
and ran.
"What's taking you so long? We have NO time to lose. We have tons of
customers today. You're shooting the breeze with a stingy guy so that my income never rises more than rat's dinner! You must be thinking the day after Sunday is Friday! Move! Move! Hurry up and take next order!"
There was a woman next table to Maniruse, who's opening a parasol and
looking through a magazine which was about this fall's collection,
smoking a cigarette looked feeling listless. Her spitz was busily trying to
crime up her leg under the table but when the eyes met Maniruse, turned
to him and started yelping terribly.
Just at that time, there was a scream behind Maniruse. He saw the kind
look waitress falling on her back. She looked feeling faint. There's a tiny
blood mark on her healthy beautiful shin. Her leg become pale complexion in a moment.
"That's scorpion" Maniruse thought intuitively. There couldn't be a
scorpion in the cafe in the urban city, however, his intuitive was right.
Customers were in a stir, some women were screaming, but a young man was
holding his leather shoe and hitting on the ground hardly with it, as kept saying shit. The underneath there's a small scorpion smashed.
Although Maniruse was not familiar with scorpions, somehow he knew it
was a deadly poisonous scorpion and the kind look waitress was departing
from this life.
His nosebleed had been stopped by pressing with her handkerchief, then
it's falling slowly again. He sniffed and something syrupy went
through his throat and he felt awful nauseous. He felt braking into a
cold sweat.
Then an ambulance arrived immediately and took the waitress. Then the
whole cafe was busy; talking about the scorpion.
Quite a long time after his coffee was brought.
Maniruse was sitting on the chair, let the nosebleed be flown, kept eyes
wide opened, and did not move.
Maniruse was dead.