Sublime

“taste communities,” of which there are more than two thousand.

handed their money over to our bosses,

Nutella, the spread of holidays, a chocolated knife lying across the upturned lid, brioche, croissant crumbs and a carton of orange juice, all gently congealing beneath the shade of a dirty Heineken parasol.

taupe,

averred.

meteoric

“Clara used to work in infant wear,” the manager explains, “selling onesies.”

mien.