"Have you ever thought about life after school?" Jenny asked, handing Tristan his burrito.
"Sure," he said, unwrapping his burrito. "Maybe I'll graduate, get a good degree and start working soon."
"That's society's plan." she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin. "What's yours?"
He seemed to consider this. "I want to enter a food eating competition."
It was not a very good response, but it was an honest one.
"If food is your way of living, don't limit it to rivalry." she crumpled the tissue paper and threw it in the dustbin. "Appreciate the textures, the flavour, the aroma. Explore the countries, the cultures, the history. Spend too much on a meal, try to recreate one without a recipe."
"Is that what I have to do to live my life?" he asked, chewing slowly.
"Not what to do." she smiled. "Its how
to do."
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Short Story[ F E A T U R E D] short, but not necessarily sweet, vignettes
