Blueberry Inflation Comic Novels & Stories

and trust me when I say Bennett has been very thorough. "Is that a blueberry muffin?" he asks, his finger touching the clear glass at the back of my display counter. The blueberry sold out during the morning rush. "No, it's bran." He pulls his fingers away like the muffin burned him. "No wonder you have so many left." I crinkle my nose at his comment, even though he has a point. For a town full of old people, they do not care about getting their daily fiber intake. "I'm out of blueberry. They sell fast every morning." In fact, so well tomorrow's plan is to scrap the bran muffins and make extra blueberry.

After waiting patiently, Evelyn returned with a small bag in her hand, placing it on the table before handing me a slip which I assumed to be the receipt. I looked at the slip. PURCHASED: APPLES- QUANTITY: ONE BAG- PRICE: $3.54 My eyes widened. Three dollars and fifty four cents for a freaking bag of apples. “Three dollars?" I asked. “Yeah, rumor has it that there's inflation in price due to the fake Bitcoins, but I don't think it's rumors.”. I groaned before raising my body to sit properly, leaning forward to grab the bag on the table. I handed it to her. “Can you wash them for me?”.

he continued, “one (1) strawberry Pocky stick will now trade for three (3) Koala’s March cookies or two (2) juice box sips.” Gasps echoed. A little girl in pigtails dropped her rice cracker in shock. “What?!” shouted Tanaka-kun, Takuto’s closest competitor in the cutthroat world of snack trading. “Yesterday it was two cookies! You can’t just change the rate!” Takuto gave a patient, patronizing smile. “Inflation, dear Tanaka. Basic macroeconomics. If you paid attention during circle time, you'd know that a banana shortage in the lunchroom has skewed dessert forecasts.”

They sat opposite each other an awkward silence lingering. "Hummm hummm!" Dario cleared his throat. "You know Blueberry's are my favourites, they mean a lot to me." He tried to start up a conversation. "Likewise Dennis, he loves blueberry too. I actually made this because of him." Diane replied smartly. Dario frowned at the comment he stared at the black coffee and sausage that accompanied the blueberry pancakes, his next words were slow and calculated like he was scared of appearing weak. "Diane what are you doing?"

"No. I had a cut on my lip earlier in the week, but that's healed." I pressed further, carefully, stepping into truly uncomfortable territory. "Are you... are you on your period?" Bluey's confusion instantly turned to outrage. She was visibly pissed. "Khaid! If this is about the fear of me getting pregnant, you can calm down! I used a herbal concoction that works like an after-pill immediately! No such thing will ever happen!" I sighed, realizing the disastrous miscommunication. "That's not what I meant, Bluey." "Then what did you mean?" she challenged, rolling her eyes again.