The Forgotten

The tall man walked into the coffee shop. The coffee shop, where all the forgotten go. No one knows why they go there. They just do. And they are called the forgotten because they have forgotten who they were in life.

Forgotten the very things that made them who they were, so when they arrived, they ordered vast amounts of food and drink to see which they liked.

But the tall man that came through the door this very cold spring day was not a forgotten.

He remembered, he remembered everything about his life. So when he came in the door, the people about him stared. They stared for they could tell he was different from them.

He sat at the counter and ordered a sandwhich and a drink. The ones closest to him, asked “what did you oder?”

He he looked at them and said,” a liverwurst and onion sandwich and a milkshake”. The two forgotten looked at each other and then back at the tall man.

”Excuse me, but what is livurwurst and what is a milkshake?” The one forgotten asked, most curious to find the answer.

As soon as the forgotten finished their question, a plate with a sandwhich, chips and pickle were set in front of the tall man with a tall glass of pink drink in front of him.

“My good people, this is a liverwurst sandwhich“ the tall man lifted his sandwhich“....and this is a milkshake” and lifted his hefty drink, “..and for me, it’s heaven...”