I recently wrote a new story, which might turn into a bigger story, or stay the way it is right now. I don’t know yet. However, I do have plans of turning it into a children’s story, complete with drawings. It’s one of my art resolutions for this year.
Jan had a problem. He’d been thinking about his problem for a very long time. For five days in fact.
Jan thought…that he, well, “thought” too much. He would think so loud it would drown out his teacher’s voice. He would think so quiet his friends forgot he was there.
One day, Jan thought all the way to Lemon St. He liked the name, Lemon St. But still, Jan knew he was lost. So he sat on a doorstep, buried his head in his arms, and thought about crying. He felt the tears come up and he let them fall. He was feeling very sorry for himself. Then light as a feather, Jan felt a touch on his cheek. He ignored it, but the touch turned to repetitive tapping on his head. Breathing in his sobs and brushing away the tears on his face with a sleeve, Jan turned his head towards the intrude, and he saw… a cup turned upside down.
“Hello. My name is Coffee.” The cup said. Jan stared at it for a long moment. A cup was talking to him. But tugging on his arm made him look all the way down, and what he saw, was a tiny little face, under the cup, looking right at him. Jan stopped thinking. He stopped breathing.
Maybe they stayed like that for five minutes. Ten minutes. Just staring at each other. Who knows. But a loud honking noise blared loudly from nowhere, and Jan finally found his voice. He said, hesitantly, “Hello? I’m, uh…Jan.”
“Yes! I know! I’m Coffee! And you’re Jan! How are you?!”
Now Jan was the kind of little boy who often thought of strange things and read a great many books about strange things. So it came as no surprise to him that something strange was happening to him right then at that very moment. After all, he was lost. It made sense, in Jan’s head, in a weirdly wonderful way. But Jan was a nice boy, so though he was very very curious, all he said was, “I’m fine, thank you. How are you?”
“Oh, I’m great. Excited! Happy to meet you!”
“Ah yes, I can see that.” Jan laughed. Coffee was jumping around now, so hyper, she looked like she’d blow right out of her socks. “I drew a little man with a cup on his head once.”
“Yes! That was me! I’m Coffee! Thank you very much.” Coffee bowed.
“No? Really? But I drew a man.” Jan said, confused.
Coffee just shrugged.
“Ah, um, well…you’re very welcome.” Jan said a bit hesitantly, bowing in return.
Coffee grinned. “I am very happy to be here. I am only still, very young, but I am having fun.”
“Ah well, that’s nice. I’m seven, how old are you?”
Coffee wowed silently. “I’m only 1.”
“1,” Jan asked, confused. “But you look…”
“I’m still the youngest. It’s very unfair to be the youngest.”
“Really?” Jan asked.
“Yes.” Coffee grimaced. “The others make me do all the boring stuff just because I’m the youngest.”
“The others?” Jan asked.
“Yes, the others—Oh wait!!! Mr. Lost and Found told me to find you!”
Jan bent his head to the side, as he’d seen his mother do when she had a question. “Mr. Lost and Found?”
“Yes. He is for things-that-are-lost-but-wish-to-be-found. He found me.” Coffee grinned even wider. She was super excited.
“Well, he sounds great.” Jan said. “I’m lost right now. I don’t think I like being lost. It’s not very fun.”
“Well, that’s what I’m here for.” Coffee puffed out her chest, looking very proud. She took off her coffee cup hat and laid it on the ground. It grew in size. “Step inside Jan,” Coffee said, opening a little door at the side.
Jan looked at the cup, and then at Coffee. “Em…Coffee…”
“Yes.” Coffee looked at Jan, then back at the cup. “Oh no. You’re still too big!” Her face looked, dismayed. She looked back at the cup, then at him. “Well, nothing for it then. You’ll have to get smaller. “
Jan grew confused. He thought it was great fun to sit inside a cup. Jan had never done anything like that before. But getting smaller was beyond him.
Coffee laughed. “No worries. No worries. Here, swallow this.” She held out a bean.
Jan took it slowly. “What is it?”"It’s a shrinking coffee bean. It’ll make you fit.”
Jan chewed. “Blegh!!!” He grew smaller. “Hey! I really did get smaller.”
“I said you would!” Coffee grinned. “Sorry for the taste. C’mon. Get in.”
Jan followed Coffee inside, grimacing still from the bitterness.The coffee cup started floating. Jan’s mouth gaped open in surprise.
Coffee laughed in glee. Standing like a little marshall, she puffed out her chest and pointed. “And away we go!!!”
It was better than any roller coaster ride Jan had ever had in his life. They went so fast his lips stretched from cheek to cheek. He held on for dear life, laughing all the while.
When they finally got home. The coffee cup floated through an open window, sailing into the kitchen. It landed gently on a counter top. Jan and Coffee got out.
“We’re here.” Coffee said.
Jan laughed crazily. “That was amazing! I want to do that again!” He shouted, throwing out his arms.
Coffee laughed. “Tap on a coffee cup then. You’ll see me around.”
“Really?” Jan asked.
“You thought me up you know. With all your thinking, day in and day out.”
“Really?” Jan’s eyes grew round.
“Uhuh.” Coffee nodded vigorously. “You thought really really hard. Really really loud. And I came out.”
Jan’s eyes grew rounder. “I can do that?”
“Well, not all the time, I think.” Coffee said. “I think I already wanted to come out. I just chose your head to come out of.” She giggled.
“Where’d you come from.” Jan asked.
Coffee shrugged. “Dunno. But I’m Coffee now, and I like being me.” She dug around in her pocket, and gave Jan another bean. This one looked the same as the last one.
Jan grimaced. “What’s this one do?”
“This one’s super special. It’ll cancel out the shrinking coffee bean. Make you big again.”
“Will it still taste the same?”
Coffee, who’d been shrinking her coffee cup, turned around. “Ah yeah. Sorry for that.” And she put her hat back on her head.
“Well, bye bye. Coffee.” Jan said sadly.
“No bye’s Jan. Like I said, I’m always around. Especially in the mornings.” Coffee said knowingly.
Jan just looked down at the bean. He sat on the edge of the counter, closed his eyes, and swallowed the bean. When he opened them, he was big again. When he looked at his side, Coffee was gone. But when he looked really really close, he saw a tiny little coffee bean, left on the counter. Jan smiled. He pinched it between his fingers, jumped off the edge, then ran up to his room.
Later on that night, Jan would go right back to doing what he did best. Thinking. And he would think, and finally decide, that he didn’t have a problem at all with thinking so much. In fact, he thought to himself, it might just be the best thing in the world.