Drabble: Ten Thousand Miles Triangle

She sat under her penguin blanket, brows furrowed, thoughtful, worried, always worried, but also annoyed. She said “It’s because queso means cheese,” to me.

He sat in the little Japanese restaurant. The fish tank bubbled, the chef moved around behind the curtain. Sweet green tea milkshake. He couldn’t help but to murmur and admit, “I find this so comforting,” to me.

She sat at the Hungry Jacks, haggard from too much day in too few days. Someone a few seats over spoke too loud, about ‘feminism.’ She said “Can you believe this asshole?” to me.

You’re all here with me.

3 Comments

  1. And you thought you couldn’t do poetry :p

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    1. The amount of things that he thinks he’s bad at where he is actually quite good could fill the ocean, and we don’t even know where that ends and R’lyeh begins. IT’S OKAY, WE’LL GET IT THROUGH TO HIM AT SOME POINT.

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      1. Deploy the self-esteem cannons!

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