Ob served pickled ginger to the waiting guests. Being there no food before or after, their palettes were thoroughly cleansed. Neither of the three guests saw one another actually eat the ginger. Yet, ginger disappeared from the plate.
Carry on reading
Bulging off the counter’s edge by two finger widths, the cash register teeters with no money in the till. It seats itself back enough to be comfortable, still, there is that hint of tipping over and spilling the empty contents.
Rest of the review
- Once Upon a Time in Patagonia - an epistolary
- “Every day I keep writing this report bit by bit, so that it looks like a diary without a date. Please be patient in reading it.”
(Letter of Sebastian Rodrigues)
- Racing to stand at the Women’s March on Washington, D.C.
- Others may have an idea enough to knit beanies weeks ahead of time. Others still decide two days earlier is enough to rack up the car with supplies and head twelve hours long over an estimated nine to stand in with the crowd marching on with signs and clear plastic backpacks.