Café Lempira Part 3/4

It’s out of Mack’s hands now

Cafe Lempira by Jim Latham | Photo by Dyana Wing So on Unsplash

Alain shook his head and me a look I knew meant Don’t be a pussy and walked into the patio. The waiter opened the door to the cage, and Alain walked inside. The silent waiter closed the door behind him.

I sipped my espresso, but somehow it was already cold. I left the table and stood outside the cage, my hands in my pockets. The old man stood next to…