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THE LAST COFFEE
brewed up by
Thurston Hurt
INT. ABANDONED COFFEE SHOP - DAY
The shop is dusty, abandoned. Sunlight streams through
broken windows. A FADED MENU hangs crooked on the wall.
FIVE YEARS AFTER THE GREAT BEAN SHORTAGE
MAYA (30s, tired eyes, determined) pushes through the
creaky door. She wears a vintage barista apron with the
name tag "HOPE."
Note: Maya's character represents resilience in impossible
times
MAYA
(whispered, almost
reverent)
It can't be...
She approaches the counter. Behind it, an ancient espresso
machine sits covered in dust.
MAYA (CONT'D)
(calling out)
Hello? Anyone here?
A CRASH from the back room. Maya freezes.
GHOST BARISTA (O.S.)
(muffled)
We're closed! Forever!
MAYA
Wait! I need coffee!
GHOST BARISTA (O.S.)
Coffee? That's a word I haven't
heard in ...
GHOST BARISTA (50s, translucent, wearing a spectral apron)
floats through the wall.
GHOST BARISTA (CONT'D)
... five years.
MAYA
You're a ghost.
GHOST BARISTA
What gave it away, the floating?
MAYA
I thought all the coffee was gone!
2.
GHOST BARISTA
It is. Except for one secret stash.
INT. SECRET VAULT - CONTINUOUS
The Ghost Barista leads Maya through a hidden door marked
with:
☕ EMERGENCY BEANS ONLY ☕
GHOST BARISTA
(dramatically)
Behold... THE LAST POUND.
A single bag of coffee beans sits on a pedestal, glowing
with an ethereal light.
MAYA
(tears forming)
It's beautiful.
GHOST BARISTA
There's only enough for one cup.
One perfect cup.
MAYA
Then let's make it count.
FADE TO:
INT. COFFEE SHOP - MOMENTS LATER
They return to the espresso machine. The Ghost Barista
cracks his ethereal knuckles.
GHOST BARISTA
(teaching)
First rule of coffee: Respect the
bean. Second rule: Never rush
perfection.
Maya watches as he performs an elaborate ritual:
The ghost measures precisely 18 grams.
He tamps with the pressure of exactly 30 pounds.
The machine hums to life for the first time in years.
MAYA
(in awe)
How are you doing this? You're...
you know... dead.
3.
GHOST BARISTA
(winking)
Death couldn't stop my passion for
coffee. Nothing can.
(beat)
Besides, I'm not just any ghost.
I'm a Ghost Barista.
The machine starting represents hope returning to the
world
The espresso flows like liquid gold into a pristine
white cup.
GHOST BARISTA (CONT'D)
Twenty-five seconds. Perfect
extraction.
He slides the cup across the counter to Maya.
GHOST BARISTA (CONT'D)
The last coffee in the world. It's
yours.
MAYA
(hesitating)
I... I can't. Not alone.
She pushes the cup to the middle of the counter.
MAYA (CONT'D)
We share it.
GHOST BARISTA
(touched)
I haven't tasted coffee since...
well, since I could taste anything.
MAYA
Then maybe...
She lifts the cup. Steam rises. She takes a sip, closes her
eyes.
MAYA (CONT'D)
(transported)
It's... perfect. Bold.
Transcendent.
The Ghost Barista smiles, and for a moment, he looks
almost alive.
4.
GHOST BARISTA
That's what I've been waiting to
hear.
He begins to fade, becoming more transparent.
MAYA
(panicking)
Wait! Where are you going?
GHOST BARISTA
(peacefully)
My purpose is fulfilled. The last
cup has been served. Perfectly.
MAYA
But what about tomorrow? What
about—
GHOST BARISTA
(interrupting, gentle)
Tomorrow, you plant these.
He hands her a small pouch. Seeds.
GHOST BARISTA (CONT'D)
From the beans. I saved them. For
someone who would appreciate them.
(smiling)
For someone like you.
MAYA
(realizing)
You weren't just guarding the last
coffee. You were guarding the
first coffee of the new world.
GHOST BARISTA
(fading)
Remember: Respect the bean...
He's almost completely transparent now.
MAYA
(calling out)
Wait! I don't even know your name!
GHOST BARISTA
(whisper, nearly gone)
Joe...
He disappears completely. Maya stands alone in the empty
shop, holding the seeds and the empty cup.
5.
She looks at the seeds, then at the espresso machine, then
back to the seeds.
MAYA
(determined, to herself)
Okay, Joe. Let's grow some hope.
She walks to the door, opens it. Sunlight floods in.
THE END
Theme: Even in the darkest times, hope can be preserved
and replanted