Walking Down The Deserted Street,
Past The Closed Magic Shoppe,
You Run Across A Small Cafe.
A Few White Iron Tables With Purple Umbrellas Sit
On The Sidewalk Out Front.
You Look Too The White,
Flashing Sign In The Window.
The Name,
"Illusions Cafe"
Flashes Every Few Seconds.
As You Step Through The Front Wooden Door,
You See A Few Oak Tables Scattered Throughout The Candle Lit Room.
The Sent Of Fresh Baked Goods Fills The Cafe.
A Few Booths Line The Walls.
As You Look Around You Notice A
Small Deck Out Back With A Few More White
Iron Tables With Umbrellas,
Overlooking Muddy A River.
You Look Around Some More,
Seeing A Long Counter Lined With Bar Stools.
Behind The Counter There Are Many Bottles Of Liquor.
The Place Is Small,
Yet Cozy...
Maybe One Day It Will Be Big....
Maybe...
