Across his shoulder pole hung rice, eggs, condiments, and a stove. He’d stop beneath our student windows to sauté some garlic, to let its scent slip inside the rooms. We cursed his tricks, swore to resist; yet every time his wok hissed, we went down in shame, cash in hand.
Titi Kusumandari is a writer based in Brussels, Belgium. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pr&ta Journal, Lost Balloon, Anodyne, Chestnut Review, among others.
lovely moment captured. Where is this set?
This story is both wonderful and full of wonderful smells! Thank you!
I like a good food-based story!
Why the “shame”? No one can resist freshly made fried rice