Something’s wrong

‘Something’s wrong with me’

Said the man who seemed fine. He sat down at his favourite bar seat and had just ordered an espresso. It was the bar he had been coming for many years.

The owner turned on the espressomachine. He looked at him in suprise.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘Yeah. I’m not sure. But I know this: something is up with me.’

‘Are you ill, perhaps?’

‘No. Well… Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know.’

‘It’s not a flu or something?’

‘No. Not like that. I got this feeling, like I did something horrible. I probably did not do something horrible, I would know, I guess. But maybe there is something horrible I did not do, which is I should have done…’

He looked out of the window.

‘…And that feels worse.’

The owner brought him his coffee. He had forgotten to add suger, like he always did.

‘This morning, when I woke up, I had that feeling. The feeling lingered. I neglected to do something.’

The owner lit a cigarette. He started to worry. This was the costumer he had always understood so well.

‘Well. Maybe you should forget about it. There’s nothing you can do now.’

The man who seemed fine did agree. He took a sip of his coffee and thought about it for a while. He then got up, zipped his coat and and started beating on the bar owner, till he moved no more.

The owner, in all his suprise, he forgot to resist completely.

It only took a few minutes. He unzipped his coat, there had been no need to put in on in the first place. There was something else, something did not seem right.

Something was wrong with him.