Fifi’s Curio Shop pt.2

   Peering through the window, Silver caught glimps of many things that piqued his interest: an pale-faced manniquin that seemed more like an oversized porcelain doll, a small skeleton figure, framed taxidermied butterflies and insects he’d never seen before, bottles filled with who know what. Silver did not hesitate to enter the store. 

   Inside were things that resembled what was on display at the window but more of them, some even stranger. Silver breath was caught in his throat as he gaped at all the unique objects neatly stacked on shelves. Just then the store owner comes out from a door at the back of the shop. 

   “Hello, hello!”, she chirped as she gave a small curtsey, “welcome to my humble little shop of curious things! Here we have antiques, collectibles of all sorts, things that pique one’s curiosity and things that are curios themselves.”

   The girl was short and had a petite physique. Here skin was slightly tanned and her short hair was a light shade almost white of purple. Her eyes were big and round and here face glowed with cheeriness. She wore a uniform similar to a steampunk outfit but with less gears and had a large decorated hairpin clipped to her hair. At first Silver thought she was cute, but decided she wasn’t really his type. He preferred older girls who were quiet, mature and serious. He preferred people like Cat. Actually, he preferred Cat.

   “So, you own this place?”, he asked.


   “So you must be Fifi.”

   “Yup! That’s me!”

   “Hmmm… cute place you got here.”

   “I know, right?! I mean thanks! I just opened up here. I hope people in this city will like my stuff. There was nowhere to set up the shop back home so I had to move here…”

   “Nowhere to set up the shop? Where are you from exactly?”

   The question seemed to hit a nerve seeing how she immediately offered to show him the taxidermied creatures in the store.

   “You’re not gonna tell me?”

   She gazed at him sadly.

   “Please, can I not talk about it?”


   “So… is there anything I can do for you?”

   “Do you have anything to do with ghosts and stuff here?”


   “I write this zine based on paranormal stuff. Nobody reads it though.”, Silver laughed awkwardly.

   “The Silver Paranormal, you mean?”

   “Yeah. That one.”

   “I love that zine! I’m a huge fan! I didn’t it was yours! I love your work, Mr., umm…”

   “Just call me Silver.”

   “Silver. I’m Fifi”, she said, shaking his hand.

   “I know”, he replied.

   “What do you do for a living, other than paranormal stuff, of course. How do you pay the bills?”

   Silver scratched the back of his neck. After getting fired from his last job due to reckless behavior, he hadn’t really found one yet. Fifi understood from his body language and offered him a job at the shop.

   “Are you sure?!”

   “Yeah! Besides, I know you will love it here.”


Fifi’s Curio Shop

   Silver’s fingers tapped rapidly against the keys of his laptops keyboard as he passionately typed the latest story for his zine – his very own self-published miniature magazine that is put together in a rushed and amateur fashion. A grin spread across his face as he almost finished the final page of this issue of The Silver Pocket Zine on the Paranormal (a huge name for a pamphlet so small). When he first started out, he didn’t have the adequate paper size to fold into a regular sized magazine but later on he grew to like the size. He stretched his arms above him as the printer noisily printed out his work. Silver felt weary from sitting in his chair all day he decided he might as well leave the assembly part later. He peeled himself off his chair, his muscles ached as he did so, and headed out for a stroll.

   Silver trudge the same old street. Everything seemed similar as always: same cats, same cars parked, same pavements and trees and stores. Silver froze in place once he felt something was off. He turned his head and there it was: a brand new curio store.

Caveten Cabo

   There is a particular cafe not marked on any map, not located in any part of the world, but there can only be one way to enter it and that is through a dream. You literally have to be asleep and dreaming to find it and for most people it is found by chance. Some people however have the ability to enter and leave however they please.

   You will know if you come across the cafe from it’s large and obvious sign written in Centifer:

            Caveten Cabo
   Cafe Nightmare. You push the door and enter. The ambience is inviting and you sit at a table. There is a faint smell of coffee and something else but you don’t care what. You are too busy enjoying yourself. The cute waitress serves you your drink, smiles sweetly then turns around and shuffles away. It’s exactly what you ordered, rather it is  what you would’ve ordered if ordering something was necessary. In this cafe your thoughts are not privatized, unfortunately, but that’s okay, you have  nothing to hide.

   You take a sip. It has a pleasant taste which is difficult to describe but you love it anyhow. 

   You look around and you begin to notice the cafe is empty except for three people excluding the waitress and barista. Two of them were a child and a man. They were talking to each other but you can’t hear what they are saying. You can’t read their thoughts either but you don’t bother questioning this. There is also another man sitting in the dark corner of the cafe. There is smoke around him but he doesn’t seem to be smoking. You think you recognize this man. Do you? Do you really? Or don’t you? You have not met him but… why does he seem familiar? You try to push this strange feeling away. You try to enjoy the moment before you wake up.