So atmospheric, this.
When I entered “Kaffekoppen” (The coffee cup), a vintage cafe located in Stockholm’s Old Town, it was crowded. The waitress said if I didn’t mind going down stairs, there were plenty of seats available there. Of course I did not mind.
Walking down the narrow spiral staircase, I reached the cellar. It must have been used as a storage for vegetables or wines ages ago. Chilly and with a smell of old rocks. The rough stony wall has got various symbols and characters imprinted on it. It reads KN ❤️ SN with an arrow going through the heart. Kevin and Sharon or Karen and Shawn? Never mind. A few spider webs hanging down in the corner. No spiders in sight.
The cafe will be closed at around 08.00 pm. So I was told. I am thinking of hiding myself in the corner until it gets dark outside. Have to take…
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.