Photo by Monika Kozub on Unsplash
Jacket tied on waist,
Standing in the empty train -
Bargaining with blood.
About the Creator
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.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
Em...lol at that picture and I am sorry you all have to experience it. bargaining with blood is a bloody good line too!
Somehow I missed this one! I have to say that cover photo made me squirm from discomfort😂 I think every female has a personal horror story to share on this topic haha. But it’s almost as bad when everything is actually under control and your imagination makes you think it looks like a whole murder scene on your pants which I’m sure we can all also relate to😂 Anyway, great entry! I loved that last line, it sounds like a song or book title or something.
Oh, those moments are HORRIBLE! Bargaining with blood, what a good way to put it xx
this is how you do a senryū! Mic drop, Suze!
At the most unexpected and inconvenient moment, she arrives uninvited 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Omg! That cover photo! This one is so raw, but I laughed at how relatable it is. Great one, Suze.
Oh, no!
Hi Suze 'Q' ~ As Elvis once said, "You've got a lot of nerve Girl" - Hard to wrap a male-head around this - But, I always so GiT-U with pleasure on my porch! j-bud
I am so glad that's not something I have to deal with. Funny, I just mentioned a coupe of days ago that I have loaned my jacket on occasion. Great entry!
I think all of us can relate to this, speaking of this actually happened to me in Paris...and I lost my luggage...great poem!