Congee
My sister is living in Shanghai on a temporary work visa. We text when she’s having her coffee and a bowl of congee and I’m getting ready for bed.
She’s staying in a 40th-floor studio apartment. She eats dumplings for lunch and dinner. She ordered a custom-made coat in red, but she may need it altered because of all the dumplings. She’s the subject of fascination among her male co-workers.
Today she found a huge cockroach and slipped it under her neighbor’s door because he is loud and she doesn’t have the vocabulary to tell him to quiet down.
Photo credit: Anil Jadhav
Hej Rosemary, I would like to publish your 100 words in our upcoming issue of NOUS.
We talk about ‘Misunderstanding’.
Let me know what you think?
x Lisa
Well done, Rosemary. I liked this, especially the custom-made coat needing alterations.
O the unintended consequences
Particularly in another culture
Instead of being a punishment
Mr Loud had it for breakfast :>)
Rosemary, I really liked this — having spent time in Hong Kong (although I’m from C’ville, like you), I feel like I connected with this. The barriers to communication . . . Thanks for writing
Thanks, Emily. How nice of you to take the time to comment. I appreciate it.