Bagel

by Christopher Frew

Allemandilla sat at a table in the front of the shop, the sun warming her face. She was still trying to wrap her mind around everything that had happened last night. She had even considered that it was all a weird hot chocolate and Brussels sprout overload induced dream. She was visited by herself, from the future but her future self was not allowed to change anything in her life. All she could do is give her one suggestion, just one. So here she was, indulging that suggestion. She took a bite, and it was right, best effing bagel ever.

Christopher Frew is 51 and spends his days working towards when work will no longer be a requirement. He has had the distinct pleasure of having been able to travel the world, visiting six of the seven continents: Damn you Antarctica! In his leisure he enjoys writing nonsense and whimsey.

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