Please excuse the absolutely POOR quality of writing bc I don’t usually write, but I’ve had this idea in my head for so long and just had to get it written
Donna Noble walks into the cafe she rents out each week to host a bookclub for the ladies at work, she trails her hand across the countertop and picks out some custard creams, graciously provided by the cafe owner and sits down, eagerly waiting for her friends to arrive.
One by one they enter the large blue doors and squeeze around the table
“God Donna you couldn’t have found somewhere bigger?” One of the new members of the club asks
“You try finding somewhere for this price yeah?” she retorts, in a friendly, but mildly annoyed manner, urging them to settle down “right so as always, we‘ll go around and introduce the books we’ve been reading this week…”
She pauses briefly, the chatter in the room increasing the annoyance
“I’ll begin, get it out of the way”
“Yes Julie?” She said through gritted teeth
“Could I get a coffee before you start?”
The orders started piling in, the cafe owner darting around with the pinpad and Donna, before mildly annoyed, now visibly frustrated, cut the babble with a
“RIGHT, I’m going to start now whether you like it or not.”
she begins describing her book, a gripping yet heartbreaking tale set in the Second World War. She slows down, her voice cracking
“You know my granddad fought in that war, never killed a man” she adds, a smile slowly appearing on her face. She looks down, visibly upset “He was a brave man, the best of them. Will always remember his nonsense quips about Aliens and space” she immediately grabs her head, it’s throbbing and she doesn’t know why, she panics for a second and then calms down, as if nothing happened. She attempts to continue but suddenly
“Here we go” comes a cheerful voice appearing from the kitchen, “got a mocha for you Angie, a cappuccino for you Sarah, oh some croissants for you mary, Theyre my favourite”
The coffees are getting served therefore the chatter begins again, so Donna, being the woman that she is, loudly clears her throat and continues her story
“He will always be in my heart, he uh” her eyes welling up, “passed a few days ago, funerals tomorrow”
Plates and mugs shattered, china and croissants all over the place.
The cafe owner stood there startled, apron stained with coffee, her blonde hair a frenzy
Donna looked up at her, concerned, “oh my god are you ok Joan?”
Joan responds solemnly, both of her hearts utterly broken.