Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

She sat on the chair, her eyes reflecting an internal struggle. Should she take 4 or 5 packets of bagels. She could not decide. She leaned down and turned to me and said “Is Scott coming tonight?” I was busy writing. I had to stop to think about her question.

“I think so” I replied “He usually comes to Friday night meetings. I think he quite enjoys the food to be honest. Not that I can point the finger, for I enjoy it as well.”

She decided to take five lots of bagels in the end. She walked across the lounge and into the kitchen. Pausing at the oven, she picked up the recently boiled kettle, and poured herself an invigorating cup of hot water. Having satisfied her thirst, she turned to the bench – her eyes devouring the moorish muffins she made yesterday. Before I knew it she was sitting down at the table next to me, fully enjoying the simple pleasures of life – a drink in one hand, a muffin in the other.

And she turned around and looked at the bagels again.

If you enjoyed reading this, please follow/subscribe and like this post! Otherwise, feel free give any feeback as well!

 

Advertisements