Cindy swings her feet back and forth under the table, uncaring if she hits anybody’s shins or knees, or anything, really. Because now, right now, she’s happy.
She doesn’t bother standing up and just leans over the table a little as she scoops some more pansit onto her plate.
“Cindy! Your sleeve’s dragging over the food!”
Nope, she will not let anyone ruin her perfect day. Cindy scoops some more.
“Cindy, stop picking off the meat!”
Still not falling for it. Nuh-uh. She continues hunting for little bits of meat buried under the noodles and chopped cabbage and carrots. She leans back down on her seat when she’s had enough.
Cindy continues eating, savouring the delicious sauce of the pansit, humming happily.
“Cindy, stop humming at the table!”
She rolls her eyes and reaches for her own glass of Royal. She takes a hearty gulp, letting out a loud burp after.
“Cindy! Don’t burp at the table!”
Cindy happily ignores it all, and continues her lunch alone.
|Originally written: January 04, 2023
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Short StorySweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.
