Shanna P. Lowe's 1st place entry for the 24-Hour Writing Contest
Café au Fromage
“C’mon Petunia--what if we get there and it’s closed?”
“We don’t even know if it exists,” Petunia said. “What did Gerald call it, again?”
“Cafe au Fromage. Gerald said it was put in next to the foodtower.”
“Mmmm…” She smacked her lips of her long, pointed snout at the thought of the container humans dropped delicious food and all sorts of junk for the taking. “At least we can get something to eat if the cafe is closed.”
I rolled my eyes and tapped my paw against the grass, while Petunia stuffed her cheeks full with stale popcorn crumbs. The sun above scorched everything in its light, and my leathery tail pulsed in its attempt to cool down the rest of my body. The humans had moved from the lawn of their house--or whatever other rats called it--to the nearby lake. They splashed and floated on vibrant, blown-up plastic--all preoccupied with getting out of this horrendous heat. This was the perfect opportunity to have a taste of the new attraction locals and tourists flocked to from all over the valley.
“Trust me, we want to eat at Cafe au Fromage.”
After a quick nip on her ear, Petunia bombarded toward the house. Her steps were slow and clumsy; her mind preoccupied with chewing. I nudged her side with my head to keep her in the right direction. The cafe loomed above us. The smell of cedar drifted from its wood exterior and mingled with the intoxicating aromas of meat, fat drippings, and spices. There were a number of tunnels to get inside, but there was only one that would fit Petunia.
Why did I bring that old rat with me? Oh right, she’s my wife.
“Who owns it?” she asked, voice muffled from food. “Someone we know? Or a newcomer?”
“Gerald didn’t say.”
“Typical Gerald. I haven’t seen him around lately.”
“Probably because he and the others are all at the new cafe. We might see him if we get there in time.”
The hole was between a water spicket and the gutter. Less than a foot away, Petunia stopped and gasped. A clear plastic cup strewn on the ground nearby. Bright yellow liquid dribbled out from where the straw poked through its lid and into a pool below. She made a beeline toward it.
“Oh, look! Lemonade!” Petunia said.
“Petunia, please focus!” I begged, trailing after her.
“You can’t blame me--it’s not often I get to indulge on my favorite treat!”
“Petunia.”
“Please, Augustus, it’s stifling out here!”
“Petunia.”
“Augustus.”
“Petunia!”
“Augustus!”
“Fine!” I said. “Hurry up! If the humans come back before we get inside, I will never forgive you.”
“So dramatic.”
Petunia’s black-and-pink-blotched tongue lolled out of her mouth lapped at the lemonade. I counted the time in my head. One minute turned to five, and I felt a growl rumbling deep in my chest. Between this and the popcorn, her stomach was bulging.
“Blast it, Petunia! We’ll never get there in time if you keep gorging yourself! I don’t want to have to roll you to the cafe!”
“Roll me! What a horrible thing to say!” she scoffed. “With an attitude like that, I don’t think I want to go.” Tail and nose raised into the air, Petunia turned around and headed back the way we came.
“Please, wait,” I pounced in front and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. That was rude for me to say. I’m just excited.”
Petunia sniffed. “This place better have limburger,” she said, eventually.
The trek through the tunnel took less than a minute and dropped us next to an oven. Across from us and a long stretch of white linoleum was the gleaming silver foodtower underneath a gurgling sink. Next to that was a small black box just large enough for four or five rats to fit inside.
Cafe au Fromage.
“There it is, Augustus!” Petunia squealed. “And do you smell that?” She lifted her head and licked the cheese-saturated air. “Heavenly!”
“What did I tell--Hey!”
Petunia raced toward the opening, giggling manically, and dove through the cafe’s round opening. I shook my head and scampered after her. She stopped halfway inside. Again, I found myself tapping my paw as she squeaked and moaned, no doubt eating everything inside.
“C’mon, Petunia. Move!” I prodded her with my nose.
“Stop pushing, I’m stuck!”
“You’re stuck? What do you mean you're stuck?”
There was still room between the entrance frame and Petunia’s rump.
“On the floor, there’s something sticky. I-I can’t move!”
Counting to three, I let out a deep breath. I couldn’t bring Petunia anywhere!
“Hang tight.”
I struggled to push her rump to the side. A space big enough for my head formed, and I poked through. Inside, Cafe au Fromage did not have the candy cane awnings and window of cheese rats could drool over that I had expected. Instead, it was dark. The fumes of cheese were overpowering, but they did little to mask the faint stench of death. And as my eyes adjusted, I noticed something in the far corner of the cafe: the furry body of another rat. Still. Sunken. Decaying.
Petunia screamed.
It was Gerald.
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