So I went to London to see my good friend Lina who recently moved to Kent and I must say I had never imagined such a trip. After another yet amazing performance from the Wicked cast we went back to our hotel and later out again to catch some food.
“It’s closed!” she said. Even in London restaurants close, I couldn’t believe it. Okey, so I had to. “I think I saw a KFC just up the road, fancy chicken?” I smiled and we went, just two minutes before they closed. “What do you want?” the lady said and smiled.
“It’s twenty-eight,” said another man. They were closing at half. None of us was really used to eating at KFC, so Lina said: “We’ll just have some chicken stuff,” and I put up my most lovable smile. The lady smiled back and looked at the days leftovers. In the end we both got fries and some huge chicken pieces to take away. Deciding it was too sad to waste a fine evening eating in our tiny hotel room we went looking for a bench, only… There was no bench.
In the end though, we did find a box, a sand box outside a church and that night we enjoyed a fine meal of chicken in the streetlight in front of a church, only accompanied by ourselves and probably a hundred ghosts.
-Mari Clementine
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