Member-only story
Welcome to Kelly’s
Flash fiction
“Kelly! Kelly! Look at that guy that just came in. Is it…?”
“Oh my god, I think so. It is him, isn’t it? Oh my god! Are there any tv cameras? Oh my god, Mark, what’s he doing in our cafe?”
Kelly looked dizzy at the prospect of preparing lunch for Gordon Blumenthal, the celebrity chef. She twisted her hands in her apron as she mentally assessed her menu.
“Quick, Mark, get back out there. Don’t leave him waiting!”
Mark approached the table where Gordon Blumenthal sat, careful to appear nonchalant but professional and welcoming. He gave a tiny cough then choked on his saliva. Recovering quickly, his face only a little red, he handed Blumenthal a menu.
“Welcome to Kelly’s! Can I get you something to drink?”
“Just water, thanks,” Blumenthal replied.
“Great choice, Mr Blumenthal! Great! Water, coming right up, sir!” Mark enthused.
He strode back to the kitchen then flattened himself against the door. Kelly scanned his face.
“What did he order? What’s he like?”
Mark took a moment before responding. “Water.”
Kelly grabbed him a glass of water.
