The Rice Bowl_Casa Cosy_A School Fight_ "On my last visit to the library"
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The Rice Bowl
Carla put her elbows on the counter and rested her head in her hands. She blew out a breath and hoped no one was around to see her frustration. Or her desperation. She knew no one would see, because only she and the children were still in the restaurant. Yang Li, her chef, and Sun Yin, her waitress, had gone home for the evening. She’d had to let the other staff go, so it was just the three of them running the place now. With The Rice Bowl gaining a reputation as the worst restaurant in town, there wasn’t enough business to support the fifteen staff she’d had only a month ago. She wiped sweat ...
Casa Cosy
When Claire turned up at Casa Cosy – the worst restaurant in town - she knew she was going to lose her job.She stared into the window and saw plastic seating covered in moss, dirty tablecloths. She turned and looked at where she should have been, The Imperial, drooping in garlands of pink and red geranium. She knew who must’ve got that job but stopped herself obsessing over him and her professional failuwww.onedoor.ccres: a career that started as a journalist, then a respectable food critic was now ending with a trip to Casa Cosy. She entered the restaurant: it smelled of damp. The kitchen in th...
A School Fight
Her chest caved when she saw the letter. From Brantley-Donovan University, to Haleigh. The sight of the school’s name conjured images she’d tried to shelve away—her and Haleigh huddled in the foyer of Gillian’s Diner, drizzle falling from a sky intent upon shoving its way through the wall-length windows. Police clustered around what they didn’t want to see, the remnants of a crime as senseless as it was shocking. A half-eaten chicken club on a chipped table streaked with scarlet where Adilene’s hand had dragged over it as she’d crumpled to the linoleum. Theta staggered to a chair at...
"On my last visit to the library"
Honestly, I do not remember the last time I visited the library since I moved from my old apartment in Florida State to live in Arkansas as a kid. I guess it was at age 8 or 10 not too sure. Well doesn't matter, my father had decided at the time, that we give up on our old cramped apartment for a new spacious one that would be fit to accommodate our six members family to live in comfort.However, i do remember and possibly will never forget even at age 110 (by then, already struck by the aging curse of dimentia), how the interiors of a library is organised and decorated, together with how its m...