Rotterdam

Kelsey Breseman
3 min readJan 18, 2024

Dana leans back in her cafe seat, arms crossed, face a resigned combination of amused and embarassed. "I'm a regular here," she admonishes with a glance to the counter.

Rick puts down the rind of the lemon he's eaten out of the teapot. I continue to nibble on the slice of ginger I've fished out of the tea. Eileen pushes her nearly finished bowl of butter beans across the table for Rick to finish.

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