Welcome back, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series!!! This is our grand finale pf our beloved series. So, grab some coffee, tea or hot chocolate because we know it is cold outside and come on end for the last story of the P’osies Cafe Series.  a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative.

Mr. Daniels and His Cup of Coffee pt 5

(C) 2025

Written by Tannika Nikeya

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Part 5 The Fire

“Mom,” she asked, “is he eating now?”

Mr. Daniels lifted his head slowly, his eyes focusing intently on Kimberly.

Kimberly let out a breath of relief. “Well, that’s good, Mom. Thank God. Keep me posted,” she said before placing her phone in her back pocket.

“Mr. Daniels, would you like another cup of coffee?” she asked. “On the house.” She knew his coffee had to be cold by now.

“No, thank you,” he smiled. “How is your dad?” he asked.

“Well,” answered Kimberly, “he wasn’t able to eat much, but now Mom says he’s able to eat a whole bowl of oatmeal. You know the cancer has taken a toll,” Kimberly continued as she sat down at the table with him.

He placed his wrinkled hand gently upon hers. “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. This is a tough time for you and your family, but I pray you have peace in the midst of it all. And I am glad your dad is able to eat again. Healing is the children’s bread.”

Kimberly couldn’t understand what he meant when he said that last statement, but she felt relieved. Her face relaxed, her smile reappeared, and her chest was no longer tight.

“Thank you, Mr. Daniels,” she said as he gave a smile and a nod. “Well, let me get back to work.”

“Did you want that fresh cup of coffee?” she asked again.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you,” he answered.

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Lesliana returned to the cash register with a smile on her face. Mr. Daniels watched as she bounced happily back. It was then he knew she had earned a good grade on her research paper.

With Lesliana back from her break, Jacob switched over to helping Gregory and the rest of the crew with drinks, pastries, and sandwiches. Order after order, the café moved busily along to the flow of each upbeat song.

As Gregory tackled the old machine for an older lady’s hot mocha latte with a shot of espresso, a flavorful drink for a spunky little old lady, he teased her like always. “Ms. Brenda, what you been getting into lately?”

“This week I went hiking with my daughter-in-law!” she would say. Or she was skiing. Or she went to brunch with her girl friends and had a funky good time. But this time, when Gregory asked, Ms. Brenda’s eyes lit up.

“This week, I’m going to be in a fashion show,” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

“A fashion show?” Gregory asked, perplexed.

“Yep!” Ms. Brenda smiled, striking a playful pose.

Gregory laughed as he handed her the latte. “Well, Ms. Brenda, you better show them what you’re working with!”

“You bet!” replied Ms. Brenda with a laugh.

—

After making Ms. Brenda’s drink, Gregory and Jacob rotated through the next orders as swiftly as possible. Frappuccinos. Chai teas. Iced coffees. Lattes. One by one.

Jacob pulled the lever of the old coffee machine for the next drink to pour out when suddenly—a pop sounded, and smoke rose from the machine’s vents. Sparks also burst from the plug and outlet, startling both Jacob and Gregory. Jacob fanned the sides of the old coffee machine and moved the cup from it, but as he did, he accidentally spilled a bit of coffee on the cord.

The machine grew more agitated as the sparks intensified: then fire broke out. It was like a scene from a movie, an unrealistic one at that, fire was now emitting from both the outlet and the old machine.

Customers gasped and backed away. Kimberly rushed to Jacob and Gregory’s side. As she tried to help them get the growing fire under control, she commanded all the customers to go outside. People hurried out but Mr. Daniels stayed behind. With concern etched on his face, he slowly rose from his seat, moving only as fast as his aging body allowed.

The fire rose and swiftly grabbed on to nearby towels. “Call for help!” Kimberly shouted to Lesliana, who immediately dialed 911 and frantically reported the fire at P’osies Café on 47th & Lake Park. The operator assured her that a fire truck and ambulance were on their way.

As Gregory swatted at the flames, they lashed out and stung his arm. He jolted back with a yelp, and through clenched teeth, told Jacob to get the fire extinguisher. Jacob ran to the back of the store.

More pops and more sparks burst from the old temperamental coffee machine.

——-

Mr. Daniels moved closer, unnoticed by the crew. Kimberly and Gregory jumped back as the fire grew larger. Lesliana pressed herself into the corner by the register, still holding the phone, as frightened as anyone would be.

As the flames grew bolder, Jacob came running back. “I couldn’t find the extinguisher!”

“Oh no!” cried Lesliana. The new fire extinguisher was supposed to be back by the crates, but with the chaos, Jacob’s nerves, and boxes from the new shipment everywhere, he just couldn’t find it.

Mr. Daniels struggled to move faster toward them. Kimberly saw him through the flames.

“No, Mr. Daniels!” she warned. “Stay back!”

The daytime crew tried to fight the fire, but it burned hot. Gregory’s arm throbbed, searing from the inside. The fire spread across the counter, boxing them in. Fear gripped them.

But then Mr. Daniels called out, “Don’t be afraid. I am here.”

They heard him, but couldn’t see him anymore.

“Get out of here, Mr. Daniels,” cried Kimberly.

Just then, the fire shifted, clearing an opening, and the crew was able to escape from behind the counter.

Behind them, the fire roared—thick, angry, and loud.

The daytime crew made it to the door of the small quaint coffee shop. Sirens of a fire truck grew louder and then stopped as the fire truck came to a screeching stop right in front of the P’osies Café.

Firefighters jumped out the truck in their heavy fire gear, ready to conquer the angry fire.

“Is this everyone?” asked one of the firemen to the daytime crew as they rushed out of the coffee shop.

“No. Mr. Daniels. He is in there,” Kimberly remembered.

“Yes, Mr. Daniels!” repeated Lesliana.

“Take them” commanded the ruddy older fireman to one of the much younger firemen. “I’ll check.”

A moment later he and another firemen returned and stood before the crew, who were being examined by EMTs.

“No one was inside,” he reported.

The crew looked at one another. They were shaken and now bewildered.

Then Gregory smiled slowly. “Yoooo…”