XVI. Home Sweet Home

Abia remembered places how she tasted sweets. Sour and sweet, sour and sweet. The ones that were delightfully ordinary and ones that were treats. Cities like candy in a powdered box they were there to relish, to reminisce.
Nova Fribrugo was high up in the mountains. It carried mist through it’s air and whistles in it’s winds. Her childhood home was like a dark chocolate humbug, or a sea salted caramel. It oozed with tradition, with sweetness and familiarity, but left an aftertaste of indifference.
Merolas was a sugar coated fruit cube. Covered in snowy sweetness it was soft to touch, full of flavour and adventure. But it’s taste was ambiguous if you did not let it settle on your tongue, too sharp if left there for too long, too much in one mouthful and you might choke.

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Ceyhun Ceyhun
You work so hard,
After your last table, tonight
Find me at the beach

I tell you that I want to write,
you tell me that you have
to fight for them
another year, when
you want peace

you say to be a chef
(you cook
Rissotto best)
is just a dream,
with what money?
and little time.
I can see you want
a better life
but it’s hard when
things aren’t on your side
In a world that’s weighted
against you
And your type…