Eating The Inedible

The milk tea boiled, diffusing its aroma in the evening air. A huge crowd awaited, encompassing the stall before being slowly unemployed with tea, cookies and cake (a deadly combination). She sat on the bench, waiting for her train, eyeing the crowd not without  jealousy, sorrow and abhorrence. “You shouldn’t have been so adamant on … Continue reading Eating The Inedible