Suzanna

“Lettuce pray!”
The plates bowed their heads down low, and murmured a prayer of thanks for letting them work here.
“It could’ve been any other place, you know?”, said the side-plate to the cup, “but we were brought here.”
“Thank God,” bubbled the bowl from the dishwasher, “I’m so happy here. When I first got here, I wasn’t too comfortable with the umm, smells you know? Indian spices are really not my cuppa.”
“Siiigh, the cold salads here do wonders for my complexion too. Cream, cream and more cream,” said the bone china plate.

Crassssssssssshhhhhhh.

“Wooopsie”, said a waiter.





(A poster on the softboard at the Rogue Elephant at Ambara.)