Thursday, September 19, 2013

St Luke's food court by Isaiah, Jake and Kate

Teenagers rapidly text at their sticky tables. Dreamy popcorn eliminates itself constantly when I chew. The scent of old scraps in a rusty rubbish bin floats up my nose. Phones buzz in adults pockets and irritates my ears. Ice cold drinks freeze my hands off. Kids drop sloppy ice cream on the rusty floor. Hot chips put my mouth in flames. Coins push down in my pockets. Stoves sizzle one by one. Hot spicy noodles sit in a bowl.  

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