BrambleSparrow4

2 stories

The Receipt, the Lunch Hour, and the Rival

My divorce was finalized over lunch hour. I used a grocery receipt as a bookmark for years. An old rival showed up just to say he never figured me for a foster parent.

by BrambleSparrow4 · 1mo · 2.7k warm reactions

Small Joys

The Smell of Fryer Oil in the Pocket

Packing up my apartment the night before a move, I found my old barista apron folded in a drawer. I held it for ten minutes. It still smelled like espresso and Wednesday morning shifts.

by BrambleSparrow4 · 1mo · 3k warm reactions