We stopped at Novosibirsk and waited on the platform; as with all other stops, there were locals selling soda, peanuts, pickled fish, two-minute noodles, and the powdered mash potato that had been my staple; I’d get hot water from the surly samovar attendant and with a little stirring, giving me that sense of having cooked a meal, I turned out a delicious starchy mush that paired nicely with whatever vodka was going. Continue reading
After 35 years at the market, I can pick the state of relationships.
On the happy end of the spectrum, couples purchase their produce, smile and keep moving, hand in hand.
Then there are those showing signs of a rift, impatient eye rolls as their other half asks after the provenance of the lemons.
Inspired by Sonya’s Three Line Tale #15.