Common table sugar dissolving into mouthfuls of plain, sour yoghurt; your kisses after an argument, knowing the fights will continue after the make-up sex —galaxies dying on my tongue.
Laurent, Mike and Stan were sharing a park bench, eating the lunches they’d bought from the local supermarket. It was a pretty nice day for it. Laurent had treated himself to a huge cinnamon and sugar pretzel. Mike had only eaten small-to-medium-sized, savoury pretzels and was curious about it, “Is it like a really hard… Continue reading The mysterious case of the gigantic cinnamon and sugar pretzel