Araman’s Net User Note: There is a Public telephone situated right outside a Fire Station. With merely 20c, I told the Operator the downtown Noodle factory was on Fire. Having the pleasure of watching my actions, I observed the Fire Truck, lights blaring and horns screaming – race its way out of the garage to disappear into the heat of the day. As the Noodle Factory was a 10-minute drive from the station that meant I had a minimum of 20 minutes to make this blog entry before they returned.

Waking up early (10:30am), I joyously walked the bricked pavement – passing dozens of food stalls as I went. Warming myself up under the sun. Still slightly drowsy, due to poor sleep, I hit a succession of Yawns – one after the other. My eyes, now fuzzy from the build up of tears, I had trouble seeing where I was going. As god would have it, I collided with a table – bashing my left knee while knocking a couple’s extremely hot cup of coffee and muffins into their laps. Both the couple and I shouted. Oddly, halfway through shouting, I did a very unnatural thing and swallowed a fly. As it turned out my scream sounded something like: “Aahh-ch, ch Kkkk!!”

Walking on, rubbing my knee with every second step, I realised that there was something peculiar about the taste. Several minutes on it came to me – there was this delicious Apple and Cinnamon hint to the insect - a wonderful hint - something that I felt like totally cramming in my mouth. It must have been the Muffin! Turning around, I made my way back to the Café. Searching my pockets for spare change – realising I had none.

Unable to afford a muffin, the most I could do was watch others enjoy their breakfast snack, happily unaware to the pain they were causing me, while I leant despairingly on a nearby drinking fountain – eating the second best thing that I could think of: Blow Fly’s.

Composed by Joel  at 7:26 pm