Coffee Storm

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I remember, it was November 99, I was free from school for Christmas, all the fanatics were talking about the end of the world at the last bell of the old year, a virus, a meteorite that would hit the planet, predictions and more, my mother tried to be skeptical, but in her eyes there was fear, at times she lost her concentration.

To clear our minds we went to spend a couple of weeks at my uncle Chester's house, my favorite uncle, they call him "The Wizard".

It was a field with flowers, and the way to get there, very hypnotic, it looked like a labyrinth, incredibly the weather changed, from the cold of our city we went to a theatrical spring, as if we were locked in a crystal ball.

My uncle is sensationally strange, he was 44 years old and looked like a teenager, he did a magic trick with a coin that for me was ecstasy, he promised to teach me, but the time never came, he also had a particular devotion for coffee, he used it in shampoo to keep your brown tone, and as masks to take care of the skin, besides keeping thousands of recipes to taste it with his guests.

I learned a new song in the school choir that you will like, it is by Juan Luis Guerra, and it goes like this; "Hopefully it will rain coffee in the field..."





Listening to me, my uncle smiled and said in my ear; — Be careful what you wish for when you are barefoot on the earth, there are special places where mother nature fulfills the dreams of innocent hearts!

That night, our first night in the house of our family's magician, my mother baked sweet rolls and brewed coffee of my uncle's own making, who told us many fantastic stories before going to sleep, he has a special sparkle in his eyes, as if everything he says is real.

It was a lake that suddenly was the hall of a palace, I was with a friend who when he stared at me became the stranger at the bus station, I was trapped, I was screaming and they did not hear me, it was a nightmare, I looked at the window, the trees were fighting against the seeing, it was early morning, I left the room and there were my uncle and my mother, pressed against the roof, fighting against the air current, they were saying things, but I could not listen and I opened the door to the street, when I was dragged with a hurricane of seeds, I ascended about 20 meters from the surface, it was an avalanche, a coffee storm, and in it, birds, dogs from the street, and me.

The fear, the adrenaline, my survival instinct, the intensity of the spiraling energy, the force of nature, I thought I would die.

If the Gods give me the opportunity to live it again with the certainty of surviving to tell the tale, I would do it again, without a doubt, it is incredible to look at the city from the top, the colors of the night, the stars, overcoming the force of gravity and being a bird without wings, as my uncle said, it was a gift from mother earth.

I do not know how I managed to step on the ground again, maybe I lost consciousness at some point of the event, but seeing my mother and my uncle safe and sound, was a great relief, I opened the door to the street and the whole field was covered by coffee beans, you could not see the grass, it was not a dream, it was real, I lived magic in my life, not everyone can have that joy.

While my mother was thinking of an explanation for the phenomenon, my uncle was thinking of a strategy, an idea, a story to sell the coffee from heaven at Christmas.



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This is my participation for: #STB Creative Writing Prompt 19.
I invite @paolazun to participate.




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Your story was very entertaining.
We appreciate your participation:)
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Thanks for visiting, I like to think of a tornado of coffee to fly!!!
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What a laugh to think of you in the air with the birds and the dogs in the street. Very funny.
Your uncle is a trader at heart 🤑.

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A story full of magic, I could imagine it all, even with sparkles.

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Nice story as usual. Thanks for bringing it this week.

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