Apr 3, 2022
2 min read
A Love Story
Flash Fiction
My older sister, Layla, works at the bookshop near the university.
On Fridays, I meet her there for lunch. We sit on the wooden bench out front and eat sandwiches from the deli on the corner. I usually arrive early because I like to observe the people passing by and eavesdrop on their conversations. They talk about their classes and going to parties. Sometimes they talk loudly into their cell phones…
