Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
Comments (3)
Right on girl. Great job.
You taught us what warmth is, in the most meaningful of ways. That if we don’t ruin ourselves then by default we would’ve chosen warmth. Ooo warmth could be a thing learnt. Good experiences with decent people sure do get us there. Missing you Luna, how is it going my friend? ♥️🤗
Thats why it matters who we choose to surround ourselves with. Loved your poem!