BRIA
Roaming through those rows, I finally stood in front of a shelf that was the least favourite genre of my friends.
Travel experiences of food enthusiasts.
But for some reason, I liked it. They made me feel that I was riding with them, visiting the local food places and tasting the local cuisine. It always amazed me how we have the same ingredients used over different continents yet with different methods.
It paved a way for my creativity.
My eyes caught a green-covered book.- The Tales of Africa.
I was thinking about learning more about African cuisine anyways. I pulled out that book and began flipping its pages to see what content was given in it.
My fingers paused at a page. A folded small paper stared back at me, invoking my curiosity. I opened it to see a message written on it.
'I hope you are safe, if not happy!'
It was a printed message and not a handwritten one. Who could it be? A friend or foe?