Maladaptive
A short fictional story
Published in
6 min readOct 17, 2020
“It looks delicious. Thank you.” Sarah nodded to the server as she set down her plate. Golden bubbles rushed up the interior of the fluted glass in a desperate dance to free themselves. She licked her lips in anticipation. She loved this restaurant. They sat on the veranda together, just outside the casino, near a fountain. A soft breeze caressed her cheek, causing her to shiver.
