Issue #51

Summer 2014 | August 1, 2014

In this Issue:

The Manufacturing Of Sorrow by Bob Thurber

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"When the bell rang, signaling mid-morning break, the floors of the factory shook as workers scrambled away from their stations, rushing to vending machines or out exit doors for a smoke. Morning break was eight minutes. The men on the loading dock kept working. They kept working because they were blind and eight minutes was not enough time to navigate from one place to another." Read more...

The Barchildren and Drive-Thru
by Héctor Ramírez

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"Your local sports bar & grill closes at 2:00AM, but the barchildren aren't released until 3:00AM. The barchildren are kept on the childplatform, which lies beneath the foosball tables, under the floorboards. The barchildren are released by a timed mechanism that pulls the floor open and raises the childplatform." Read more...

The Decay of Hypnerotomachia Poliphili
by Thomas Strømsholt

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"My love, turned into a magpie of the European variety, perched on the capital of a tilted Ionic column. These things happen from time to time. The slender column was detached, supporting nothing but my plumaged love. Creepers crept and coiled up around the eroded grooves of the column, its base, stylobate and krepis covered by a luxuriant growth of plants and flowers." Read more...

It Pours by Sarena Ulibarri

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"The first drops fell before I noticed the clouds that had gathered in the corner of my bedroom. I heard them, a slow drip that I attributed to a leaky faucet, or an overflowing bathtub from the upstairs neighbors that I heard fighting all the time. But when I dragged my eyes up to the ceiling, straining, my whole face pulled by the effort of it, I saw the cumulus bunched into the corner like a clump of dust. I watched it spread across my ceiling. Drops plunked on pant legs, dripped off my arms. I laid straight as a corpse on the bed and let it happen, until every inch was soaked." Read more...

The Enchanted Tree by Srinjay Chakravarti

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"Once upon a time there lived a young man named Aniket. He had no one in the world, his parents were long dead, and he had no home to speak of. He was a wanderer, who moved from one town to another, looking for a place to settle in. One day he arrived in the strange town of Advutnagar. " Read more...

About Our Coffee and Other Fare

Please Note: All of the coffee served at The Irreal Cafe is fair trade, organic, shade-grown and not real. All of the food served at The Irreal Cafe is organic, vegan, locally sourced and not real. See "At Our Cafe" for more about what we would serve at The Irreal Cafe and how we would serve it if there were an Irreal Cafe.