#microfiction #sliceoflife #Azzuragraph

Today when I walked back home, I saw a little girl playing with pebbles. Or a boy. Doesn’t matter. On a big square where people stroll and sit around. The pebbles were placed neatly in a concrete structure, you know, those sculpture-like sitting things. And she was organising her pebbles. Placing them neatly beside each other, changing some, adjusting some. And then she had leaves and small twigs and bits and bobs. Placing them there as well. She was so happy.

Then her father called her, urgently, “Maria, come on! We need to go! Mum’s waiting!” And she started placing her treasure in her pocket, but her father stopped her. “Leave it, you know you can’t bring that home!” And she started sobbing, while she poured out the contents of her pocket and left her treasure in the concrete block. When her father reached her hand and dragged her away, she looked back once more for a silent goodbye.

Except I didn’t see this at all. Just saw a handful of pebbles and twigs and whatnot left behind. But I think I know, I _saw_ what happened. That young girl even for a couple of minutes was really happy, playing.

Stickers are cool? Cool.

I left this for the next person. Time to move on.

#Azzuragraph

This is for @alice

#Azzuragraph #urbanphotography

I want to apologise on behalf of Australia and the Southern Hemisphere in general. But this is the best we can do in terms of snow in January.

#Azzuragraph #urbanphotography

Happy new year, everyone! Or as we said in my childhood BUÉK

See you folx on the other side. I’ll be there

#Azzuragraph #urbanphotography
#2025 #2026 #happynewyear

I’m never going to get used to this.

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We should write our thoughts on a bathroom stall like in a civilised society

#Azzuragraph #society

#micorfiction #SliceOfLife #Azzuragraph

#CW for food

You know the rules. You did it before. Hot, sizzling pan with a little bit of oil. You toss the tofu in it just to get some sear. And your eyes wander to your spice cabinet. What if? Why not? You reach for it, put it beside your stovetop. “One must not put water in the pan; it will steam instead of sear,” but it’s not water. It’s soy sauce. A little umami, a little salt, flavour, and a lot of temptation. You grab the bottle, cover most of the opening, and with the makeshift pour spout, you add some to the pot.

The reaction is violent and unforgiving. The steam immediately covers everything. The bottom of a stainless pan turns black, and your mouth tastes the salt. It’s a complete disaster. Or is it? As about all the violence disappears, you realise the new type of texture in your tofu. More pronounced, almost glazed. Just another toss, and it’s ready.

You stop in your tracks, still holding a bottle. Your brain is trying to understand the situation, but there is only one resolution. You need to update the rule: “One must not put water in the pan; it will steam instead of sear, unless...” That’s enough for now. We’ll figure out the rest later.

Happy blood donation day! 🏩

You can’t say they didn’t try.
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Aussies being mates.

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