Grey Poupon you have any Grey Poupon?" She asked, with hope clearly pooling in her eyes.


The gentleman's steely gaze softened toward her. He felt sorry for her, yet at the same time couldn't believe the faux pas she had committed, allowing all those within earshot to hear how destitute she was. She was either very naive or very brave.


"My good woman, for your own safety, please keep your voice down. Last week someone was foolish enough to ask for a bottle of Perrier."


"Excuse me?" Her brows knit together in confusion. 


"Surely, you must see the dire consequences behind your words?"


How she hated it when someone answered a question with a question. Why can't people be more direct? She had to keep reminding herself she wasn't in the States anymore. She truly regretted being sent to Blubberhouses in North Yorkshire, England on this writing assignment, by her boss. One more week and it's back to Chicken Bristle, Illinois, she thought. She definitely preferred bristle over blubber any day. 


"Look over there." He said, pointing with his cane. 


She turned in the direction of his cane. At f...

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Lucìa Arrivato
Oct 26 2020

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