“made it flow pretty nice i’d say, so no need to shuffle.”
# “made it flow pretty nice i’d say, so no need to shuffle.” saturday morning, the empty caf (remember when she told you how saturday breakfast is best because of the calm walls?), and the promise of tomato omelette that gently stirs you awake. unintentional tuning out of the conversation at hand, gawking at the amount of pineapple in your plate — did i get this? i watch as people get ignored by the girl with earphones and laugh at the realization, the misunderstanding. a part of me begins to really take in my surroundings. it’s funny how we never got around to removing the theatre season board, the words of encouragement engraved in our hearts from the daily visits to the caf, waiting in line for the magical plopping of multi-coloured soap onto our eager palms. unruly lettering and half torn pages that scream “great work!” to nobody in particular. i guess you could say i had a premonition from the very beginning of the end, i knew somehow that the promise (and curse) of one...