Cthappuccinos at the Cthulhu Café


Photograph by Yvette Tan

by Cornelius Fitz

It is the spring of 2004. Daffodils dance wistfully like small yolky gramophone horns in a soporific breeze. On a whim, the cosmic abomination Cthulhu decides to diversify his portfolio. Out with shares in Toys’R’Us and Lockheed Martin, in with investments in civet-digested Arabica coffee beans. The tentacular behemoth had awoken from his aeons-long chthonic slumber and smelt the coffee, and it smelt mighty fhtagn.

Hear more of the Latte Art Catastrophe at Minor Literatures. Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.