Sharlene idly watched the food train go pass. She needed a sugar fix to help her forget the worst day ever, and nothing on the food train seemed to appeal. Maybe she’d get a bar or three of chocolate on the way home instead.
Sharlene was about to leave the restaurant when something caught her eye. It looked like a very sweet pink and green cake of some kind. As the cake came closer to her, the label said ‘nibun’. Oh what the heck, it looks sweet whatever it is, thought Sharlene.
Out the back, three teenagers giggled like Japanese school girls as Sharlene realises the nibun is not very sweet at all.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
Half a tennis ball, painted green and pink to look like a pudding, put on the conveyor belt by the staff in a Japanese restaurant as a joke.
Not quite bored enough to switch off the television.