Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
Comments (8)
Nice!!😊💗💕
Some nice words and images
Wow, this is great, Bill. <3 Wonderful combo <3 Beautifully inspirational
this was awesome
It would be nice if I understood a haiku from an original stanza poem!!! They seem to be the same, and most often, I am unable to determine why!! Nice poem!
I do love a bird and this was defiant!
I love this Haiku! And the birds in the video. So adorable. 🥰
Amazing I love birds so much ♦️♦️♦️