by Copper Rose
black coffee
Jackie
shoved her hands in her pockets, stared at her reflection in the store window,
hot sun beating down on her shoulders. She sucked in a deep breath, forced it
back out. She scuffed one foot along the cement sidewalk, watched an ant skitter
away from the dirt in the crack. Something tugged at her to move, to go to work.
She needed the job, needed the money. She scuffed the other foot and studied her
reflection again.
The
spell Eugenia had cast rendered it impossible for her to make up her mind.
Jackie
pulled her hands from her pockets, stared at her reflection in the store
window.
The
ant skittered back, crawled over the toe of her shoe.
About the author
Copper Rose perforates the edges of the page while writing unusual stories from
the heart of Wisconsin. She also understands there really is something about
pie.
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