January 14, 2013
This is a story about a foodcourt and a book. Calamansi juice, a bag of potato chips, and 5 hours. Also, a girl who didn't want to go home. So she reads in a food court and doesn't notice the time. It passes just like that. She sat down at 2 pm. She is sure because she took note of it. The next thing she knows it is already 5 hours later. But it is not an ordinary kind of 5 hours. It is 5 hours later and she is in a different place. She may never go home again.