Pride
By: I. D. G
She was starving when
she arrived at the exquisite coffee shop in the West of Amman to meet one of
her old friends. She only had JD 7 that day. When she was asked what she wanted
to drink, she said that she had already eaten and drunk and she was only there
for few minutes as she was in a hurry. She salivated when she smelt the aroma
of that sweet delicious pizza her friend had ordered. The sides of the pizza
were crispy and stuffed with succulent cheese. During her fake confident
small-talk, she started to find it very difficult to pronounce some sounds as
the look, smell and sound of those crispy bites were so mouth-watering. Her
moth turned into a flowing spring. She paused for a while, tried to swallow her
saliva and then apologised and left.
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