Lucky Charms

Lucky Charms- Inspired by Chappell Roan’s, “Coffee.”

Part One- The Meet/Cute.

“Oh, you’re quite charming, and if you looked up the definition of charm, you’d see it in me as well. Meet me for breakfast. Coffee- whatever you want.”

“Well, how about you bring me a box of Lucky Charms, and a quart of two percent, and we’ll have us a date. I’m gonna call you Mr. Charming to all of my friends.”

“When? Where?”

“Here. Six a.m. Please. Tomorrow, Mr. Charming.”

“Deal. I’m usually early. All part of the charm. I’m gonna call you my lady whether you like it or not. Now, if you don’t mind, may I request to have the next song?”

“You tipping?” She said with a smile, and Mr. Charming put a five dollar bill in her tin.

“Chappell Roan’s, Coffee.” This was the last thing he said to her that she would remember until her final goodbye. The last words she had received that gave her hope that her condition would improve, but would it? I guess we shall find out at coffee if it ever happens.

Part Two- Love Was in the Air in Full Bloom.

Happiness was an understatement. Only God knew that what she wanted was just a simple, sweet guy to sweep her off her feet at the last minute. That way- she could die. She could die away in peace. She could be off with the angels by midnight. As she applied her eye makeup for her late night class- she cried, but tears of joy were her thing. In her acting classes- she loved crying scenes.

“Can I cry today? I could use a good, happy cry.” She would beg her instructor. “Challenge me. Give me a challenge, please! I can cry without blinking!” She loved it, and her instructor loved her. She really could cry without blinking- quite a shock to the instructor. It was unnerving to watch. Beautiful. Stunning. He wanted her in his new stage performance as the lead. Who cries without blinking? He thought hard.

“Meet me for coffee?” He asked her.

“I can’t. I have breakfast plans at six a.m.” She said. “Painful as it is- I can’t pass up the opportunity. The meeting.”

“The meeting?”

“Oh, it’s just two like minds putting their heads together on how they will spend the rest of their lives together. Passionately kissing in the dark at the park around the corner. Oh! And chocolate sundaes on the beach served to us by beautiful people in suits. Maybe take a light walk afterwards. Then have coffee. He’ll be charming, too.”

“Who is this guy?”

“It’s best we don’t. I’ll see you back in class.”

Part Three- And She Forgets.

She could not wait until breakfast. As she took off her makeup that she wore for acting class- she cried again for practice. Then she forgot why she had set an early morning alarm for the next day that was not a work reminder. No, she never forgot about work. What was it? She thought. Then, with real, satisfying tears rolling down her face- she blasphemed, and said words out loud that made herself blush. Was she talking to God for the first time in a long time? Or was she losing it? Or was it her condition? Oh, why did she not write down why she had set the alarm! In panic mode- she cried even more. This time, tears that burned, and made her feel sick to her stomach.

Part Four- Cereal for An American Breakfast That Never Happens. Or Does It?

She wore shoes that sometimes tripped her up. They were perfect Vera Wang black Stilettos that glimmered in every type of light. She had skinned her knees in the past falling hard in a rush to work with them, but they were such high-quality that her shoes came out of the ordeal unscathed.

The bar opened early. Full service. Six a.m., and it was all legal beverage service. A dream for the locals. Full breakfast, but no Lucky Charms. So, he brought the box as promised. Mr. Charming went through quite the ordeal to get the Lucky Charms, but he sat calmly on the patio enjoying the breeze and sunrise.

Part Five- Lucky Charms.

It was sweet that he remembered as she did not. It was sweet that he actually showed up. God, he looked beautiful. Overdressed for breakfast. He showed up early as should have been expected, but she was not there. She did not show up for breakfast. No Lucky Charms for her.

She had got all dolled up in a hurry. Quite in the frenzy, actually. But the shoes! Those darn shoes! She fell, and she hit her already injured head. Injured from a long time ago. Where am I? She thought as she panicked. She found a park bench that belonged to someone who had died in that very spot. She laid her head down right on the memorial plaque that meant nothing to her. It meant nothing to anyone anymore. Just a bench with a plaque. She slept for two minutes when Mr. Charming shook her shoulder. He woke her up, thus, probably saving her precious, fragile life.

“Lucky Charms?” He said as he shook the box. Her eyes glazed as she came to. She loved him already, but who was he?

“I must get to work, but…”

“Yes?”

“Do I know you?”

“Well, you did hit your head. I saw you eat it from the patio. You… You don’t remember me? That makes me sad.”

“Umm, why do you have Lucky Charms? Who carries around my favorite thing to eat? I’m going to call you Mr. Charming. Someone once told me something along the lines of that telling someone they were charming was a huge compliment. I remember him. He looked like you.” Then her mouth gaped open. Shock! Adrenaline! Panic! He was there to sweep her off her feet during her final moments, and he brought Lucky Charms! She knew instantly it was a sign. A dreadful sign. Her dream had come true. She had forgot him overnight, and she was so glad that he came back. He was ready to take her home, but she was ready to die, and she did.