Descriptive Essay: Moe's Room

After sitting down in a booth inside Moe’s Cafe, a waitress immediately comes over to take Mark’s order. The woman is tall with a brown pixie cut and chocolate colored eyes. Her smile is small, but seems genuine as she ambles over to Mark’s table.

“Hi there, my name’s Blanche and I’ll be your waitress today. I haven’t seen you around before are you new to town?”

“ I’ll have a coffee please. And yeah, I’m only here while my car is in the shop.”

“Alright sweetie, I’ll have that right out for you.”

Moe’s Cafe looks terrible, to put it mildly. There was dust and grime everywhere. The walls and the floor were covered in a thin layer of dust and cobwebs. The tile was cracked with spots of it missing. The walls looked like they used to be a soft

One of the mob members at the table gets up to change the junkbox song. Charlie moves out from the end of the booth to let him pass and ends up walking from their table to the front counter to go talk to Moe again. Mark notices this in the lazy way you notice something like the dishwasher shutting off and turns back to his food.

As the song is changed, Charlie starts to scream bloody murder causing the few people who are in the cafe to turn their attention to her. Mark is stunned by the strange reaction coming from the woman.

Then the remaining three people at the table jump up into action and each pull out a .44 Magnum from the waistband of their pants. The remaining of the people in the cafe scream after seeing the guns and hide underneath the tables trying to avoid being shot.

As everything is going on Mark freezes and his eyes grow as wide as saucers in fear. I know I’m probably dreaming, Mark thinks. These kinds of things don’t happen to me.

The man from the jukebox walks over to Moe and holds his .44 Magnum in one hand and a bag in the other. “Gimme all your