Bagel (fictional)

As I bite into it, the cream cheese spreads on to my to tongue as I feel the smooth texture creep in to my mouth. Suddenly I cough, and choke as I try to get it out of my throat. I cannot breathe, as I try to yelp for my mother. She threw me over her arm as the piece of bagel comes flying across the kitchen and I gasp for air. I will not be eating a bagel anytime soon.

-Aviva 2012

4 thoughts on “Bagel (fictional)

  1. Murray Schwartz says:

    I’m glad your story has a good ending. You should try a bialy
    from Zabars in New York. It will go down very smoothly. Love, Papa

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