An Ode to Proust

Sitting in a gaudy Marilyn Monroe themed café, all decked out in leopard print and mardi gras beads, she received an espresso. It came in an equally gaudy tasse. But with it came, a nice surprise – a Madeleine. It was moist and delicious, just as Proust himself had promised, and it transported her, but in a very different way. Her senses were heightened to the delicate crumbs that complimented the sharp bitterness of the espresso. Much like how a girl in her third grade class softened the blow of her parents divorce. She sipped the espresso and took another bite.