"The Colossus' Glass" Diner Scene: Part One

What does he look like?”

“He’s wearing a tropical shirt, button-up. He looks like a tourist.”

“Do you think it’s him?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it could be, but really anyone could be for all we know.” Benjamin did his best to relay the important details about the physical appearance of the old man in the corner booth, clear across the diner from where they sat. “He’s wearing khaki cargo shorts with big puffy pockets. He’s got a grey beard, kind of wiry, it reaches all the way down to the table. He has a cane leaning against the end of his booth. He’s reading a newspaper. He keeps smirking. I think he’s-” Benjamin strained his eyes to see. “Yep, he’s reading the funnies.”

Over the clinking of forks on plates and the murmur of the dozen-or-so others in the diner, Angus could hear the old man snicker out loud every now and then. As he listened, he tried to piece together a picture of the old man, combining the details from Benjamin’s description with his pre-conceived image of a powerful forest-dwelling medicine man. “What’s he eating?”

“He’s just got a cup of coffee or tea or something, that’s all.” Benjamin looked around the diner, then leaned over the table and said in a lower voice, “I’m not sure it’s him. Someone that powerful would probably have more important things to do than read the funnies and sip coffee, don’t you think? Or at least he’d hang out somewhere a little more… upscale? This place is kind of a dump. Looks like the back room of an antique shop with a lazy manager.”

Benjamin was referring to the décor of the small-town diner. On the walls were old news clippings, photos of forgotten old women smiling under their bonnets at the camera, or of old men proudly holding up fishing line dangling strange looking fish. There were also various mounted animal heads here and there, some of which were new to Benjamin.

“They’ve got something mounted over the table next to us. It’s got the snout and tusks of a boar, but the rest of the face looks more like a lizard. Like a bearded dragon or something.” Benjamin caught the waitress as she passed. “Excuse me, miss? Do you know what kind of—“ He stopped, seeming almost to swallow his next words. Angus wondered what was wrong. “Uh, what kind of…animal… thing that, uhhh, thing is?”

“Up there? That’s a drabbergoard snake head,” she said absently, hurrying off to bring a fresh pot to the corner booth.

“Oh! Ha! Thanks!” Benjamin half shouted after her, sounding a little unhinged.

Angus’s ears, which had grown keener since losing his sight, picked up the exchange as the waitress filled the cup in front of the man in the corner booth. “Oh, thank you Jenny.” The old man had a British accent. “Say, how’s your mum, by the way? I do hope she’s on the mend.”

“Oh, yes sir, I think she’ll be back at work by Wednesday or Thursday.” Jenny said, in a much more familiar and relaxed tone than she’d used with Benjamin.

“Dear lord…” Benjamin said as Angus was straining to listen across the room. “She is beautiful.” Now Benjamin’s awkward fumbling made sense to Angus. “Dark hair, big eyes, glasses-“

“Shush for a second!” Angus was trying to hear their conversation.

“Those eggs should be done by now. I’ll go check. Be right back.” Jenny told the man. Angus heard her footsteps pass by again heading toward the kitchen. He heard the rustling of newspaper and, after a moment, another snicker from the corner booth.

“So which of us is going to ask him?” Angus asked.

“She’s gorgeous.” Benjamin was facing toward the kitchen.

“Come on, man, we’re not here for that.

“Sorry.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to him, but I’ll need you to walk me over there, obviously.” Angus hadn’t thought of this part. How did he approach the subject? Hey, sooo, I’m blind and wondered if you have the power to heal me? No. Definitely not. How about, Someone told us we could find a medicine man here. Is that you? Are you him? Is… him… you?

“What do we have to lose, really?” Benjamin said. “I mean, if it’s not him, we just apologize and come sit down again, order some pancakes.”

Angus heard Jenny pass by again, and could smell that she carried a hot omelet with fresh pungent spices and peppers, which stung his nostrils. “It’s got to be him. They said he came in every Wednesday at 7am, sat in the corner, read the paper, left at 9-” Just then he heard the old man’s voice and cut his own sentence short.

“Thank you, Jenny! Looks delicious, as per usual. Say, Jenny, on your way back to the kitchen, could you tell those two young men nearest the door that they ought to ask me already and get on with their day?”

Angus’s heart stopped.