Vegan Comfort - Fiction


 

She sat in her car and devoured her delayed breakfast that consisted of a vegan blackberry croissant and a lukewarm cup of tea. Each bite made her hungrier than before, and she felt grateful that she had purchased four croissants. Just as she reached for her second, she halted and then began to laugh. For the first time, she thought to herself, I'm actually enjoying vegan food. The last time she tried vegan food, her stomach did not agree with it and promptly returned it to a toilet repeatedly. However, and perhaps the tea was helping, her stomach felt quite settled. She looked out to the snow-covered park and the people that trudged through the snow that reached their ankles. They made no sound as they walked by her, their heads down and focused on their pace. She wanted to call out to one man and tell him to warm up in her car, yet she refrained from doing such an act. In these days and times, she thought as she bit into her second croissant, people will look at you funny if you try to assist them. When did everyone become so distrustful? She turned on the local jazz station and reclined back in her seat as she enjoyed the remainder of her lunch break. 

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