Art Story thingy

It was another day, and yet another creepy mime. 400 guests had been served, one was left behind. It was rumored he hadn’t spoken in 30 years, which had everyone wondering how he would order. Terrified that he would break the silence and speak, cursing the waitress (as lore had always stated) to endure muteness as long as he had, no one approached him. There he sat, like an oversized doll straight out of some horror film, patiently waiting for someone to take is order. Over there the waitresses all stood, denying him food for fear of the curse.

A young, oblivious waitress finally walked over, finding her fellow’s behavior odd and cruel. None of them said a word; the restaurant went silent as she made her approach. The mime looked up, and all but she cringed from the ill-intent in his eyes.  As she asked what it was he desired to eat, he said not a word, and everyone let out of a sigh of relief.

The mime pointed at his menu, his eerily painted face smiling with delight as his stomach growled. The waitress eventually brought his food. Eating in peace, he would answer her questions, such as “Do you need more water?” with a nod or a shake of the head. All was well, and the restaurant goers finally returned to eating their meals in peace. The waitresses began to feel guilt, for not having been kind to the mime. Perhaps his curse wasn’t nearly expired, to be renewed if he did not find a new victim. Perhaps he was simply hungry, starving as almost all mimes did in the back alleyways when not performing.

All was well until she took the plate away. The mime tapped her shoulder, and the waitress had turned to look at him with confusion.

“No, wait.” It said in a hoarse, dark voice. “There’s something I must give you.”

The plate was dropped as the color was drained from her face, filling the mime’s ghostly pale skin with soft, warm human flesh tones. Someone gasped, a waitress fainted. The former mime was last seen running from the restaurant, screaming in celebration of his freedom. The young waitress was rendered speechless, both stunned and quickly being overwhelmed by the curse of silence. A heartbeat had barely past before the other waitresses grabbed her arms and threw her out of the restaurant, terrified that the curse might somehow be contagious if she were able to speak.