Mina’s Coffee

Made my Saturday morning … shortly before I got my cup of coffee — brewed by my husband, served by my firstborn and with a warm hello from the Lord by way of this story.

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Morning, hot and golden, had broken over the horizon about an hour earlier. Mina had risen, showered and dressed and headed out into the warren of alleys and passages of the bazaar. These spaces in between were, like the negative space in a painting, born of the room left empty between stalls.

It was shady and dark in there, though already hot, as she moved anonymously along among the men and women and children, crushing and heaving and smelling of stale spices and sand and sweat in their multicoloured throng.

She passed piles of rugs, scarves, pottery and pots, gold and silver and gemstones and mirrors. She twisted and turned,  moving through tables that held bowls upon bowls of ground powders in reds and browns and golds and blacks, their sweet and sour and spicy aromas mingling and lifting into the sky to temporarily block out the stench of humanity.

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Daily Prompt: Served with Gratitude

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Nothing beats being served with gratitude. We were given a generous serving of cake at Italianni’s, BGC (our regular go-to place for Italian fare). The cake was served in a big plate, with the word “Grazie” (in chocolate syrup, yes!) on it. Added calories —- yeah — but a nice touch.
I am employed in the customer service business so the gesture was much appreciated.
Shared with friends, it was a delightful way to end a meal. Burp!

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