1.2 Luck was on our side,
destiny wanting us to succeed within the universe around us.
Immediately I was hired full time at the local bakery and café
by an elderly woman who claimed to see a younger version of
herself within my gaze, to which she refused to reveal how.
Fae shockingly took on a part time job
at the twenty-four hour diner down the road,
working graveyard, befriending the local drunkards
who'd stumble in before sunrise demanding pancakes
and a glass of orange juice.
Slowly but surely,
New York was becoming a home.
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Hollow
Historia CortaThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.
