His store is vortex of scents and flavors, a virtual explosion of citrus and cumin, coriander, and cloves, a culinary treasure chest, and as the automatic doors swoosh shut, the grey bearded Persian lowers his paper, gets up from his chair behind the counter, smiles.
“Ah! Mister Thomas,” he says, head slightly tilted. “What can I do for you today?”
“A pound of chickpeas, garlic, tahini, a small habanero and a few lemons, please.”
“Making hummus?”
"Yes."
“Showing off to a girlfriend?”
“Just felt like cooking something,” I say.
“Sure,” he says, sotto voce, one eyebrow askew. Old and wise.
Richard Charles Davidson almost 9 years ago
It's all in the technique!
D.M. almost 9 years ago
wonderful drabble! you never disappoint!
Julie almost 9 years ago
Nice drabble. I could almost smell the fruits and spices!
T. Willemann almost 9 years ago
Thank’s for all your wonderful comments – it’s good to have a well of self-confidence to drink from on days where every word is a battle and every sentence a war.
T. Willemann almost 9 years ago
Hey Anna Marie, thanks for the comment, and you're so right.