xenomar 30 Posted June 13 Share Posted June 13 Hey, my name is Claire. I work in the kitchen of my parents' bistro. Every morning, I get up early and walk to the market when the sun is rising. At the market, I love to see all the different stalls and the variety of food. As people are setting up their goods, I smile and greet the vendors I trust. I pick fresh vegetables and herbs. Afterwards I visit the butcher for some fresh meat. With my baskets full, I head back to the bistro. The streets are still quiet and calm. I like the mood before the day begins. When I reach the bistro, it is still empty. The chairs are on the tables. The kitchen is waiting for the busy day ahead. I put my baskets on the counter and look around. Our customers love the way I cook and I bet it’s on my secret food prep. After washing the vegetables, I marinade them with my secret ingredient for some extra flavour. If I have any left afterwards I spray it straight into the stock we set up daily. Nobody knows about it and it’ll stay my little cooking hack. As I prepare the kitchen, I think about what the dish of the day will be. Maybe I should start mixing cocktails in the future. The day is full of possibilities. I am ready for whatever comes next. 3 Link to post
xenomar 30 Posted June 14 Author Share Posted June 14 Part II Bonjour, my name is Emmanuelle. I work as a vendor on the market, when I don’t work on the farm. Before the sun rises, I back our truck and head to the village. As I arrive, I set up my vegetable stall at the market. My parents grow the vegetables on our farm. I secretly hate it to be the one selling on the market, but what can I do. I stay at the market the whole morning. It is busy and noisy. People come and go, buying and selling. But I am always alone at my stall. There is one girl I see every day. Her name is Claire. She is about my age. When Claire walks past my stall, she always has a smile on her lips. Our eyes sometimes meet and we hold eye contact for a few seconds. She looks so carefree and cute. I really wish to get to know her, but she always shops at the same vendors she knows. Anyways. As I work, I often feel desperate standing in the stall the whole morning. I just can’t leave it alone for too long. The market is hard. People haggle over prices and get ruder pretty fast. So, I got this little hack for me, that sometimes attracts more customers. Especially in the hot summer month I wear small sundresses to work, so I can easily just spread my legs and relief myself. It is now an open secret that I leave a puddle on the cobblestone pavement after the market is over. I've gotten used to working in it and sometimes I accidentally drop something when I have a particularly annoying customer. I often fantasize over Claire joining me on this. I'm starving to feel this precious girls touch on my skin, but I guess that’s kinda on me. 3 1 Link to post
Lutab 1,029 Posted June 14 Share Posted June 14 Love both stories. Particularly the first one. Hope you write more 🙂 also great images! Did you make those or find them! Link to post
pee2poop 126 Posted July 21 Share Posted July 21 Great stories. You could easily have them overlap. Write more, the artwork adds details. 1 Link to post
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