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Lucy “It’s not that bad, hun,” Daisy said, barely glancing up from the pizza she was working on. It was probably the worst thing Lucy’d ever done, and she didn’t even realize how bad it was until it was too late. What did that even say about her? That you’re a complete psycho. Lucy consideredContinue reading “Part 38 – Where are they now?”

Tom He couldn’t ride the line for much longer. Tom leaned on the countertop, elbows numb from the pressure. He hadn’t seen a customer for hours and was starting to wonder why the night shift was even a thing. Lucy had been distant, which made his shift go even slower. Whatever happened between her andContinue reading “Part 37 – On The Line”

Lucy She’d been debating for an hour now. Was she really going to do this? Summoning the dead was a simple answer; of course she would. But this was likely going to scare the hell out of Kat. Who, Lucy had to admit, was a good person. Better than she was, really, and at thisContinue reading “Part 36 – I See You”

Douglas The sound of whirring machinery filled the basement, every flour-dusted surface practically vibrating with the combined effort of 8 mixers. Doug was used to it, though. The sound had long since faded into the background. It was silence that he now found irritating. Without that constant distraction, all he could hear was the clangorousContinue reading “Part 35 – The Hum of Machines”

Lucy “Hey, Kat,” Lucy said, stepping up to the front counter. “The Shack is closed down for the night. Is there anything I can do for you before I head out?” Kat waved the question away. Her eyes were dull and grey, the inevitable consequence of such a slow shift at the crossroads. The fluorescentContinue reading “Part 34 – An Innocent Game”

Lucy Daisy was away again. Lucy did not mind working a couple of extra hour to help close up the Pizza Stack, the heat of the ovens and smell of garlic beat the cold, empty home waiting for her. But the sudden need for coverage was suspicious, and she was worried about her. Daisy wentContinue reading “Part 33 – Subtext”

Jon He was running late. Jon was making terrible time, even as he sped down the highway towards Elizebeth’s Haven. There would be no time for a nap before the ferry. No time for sleep-deprivation hallucinations, or whatever had happened the week before. He had to stay awake and alert. Not only did his lifeContinue reading “Part 32 – Existential Boredom”

Kat Was this what everyone always talked about? Was this a boring night, or was she already bored with her job? It wasn’t the most interesting night shift for Kat; no one interesting came in and nothing had startled her. Not being scared was nice, but the monotony of stacking the same five types ofContinue reading “Part 31 – Existential Boredom”

Lucy Lucy stared down at the steam billowing from her coffee. She’d retired to The Bubble and Squeak after Tom left her at the bookstore. It was always quiet, smelled more of dark chocolate than dark roast, and perpetually in off-season mode, unlike similar coffee shops in Hermit’s Rest. Its roughly 90s interior, faded pastelsContinue reading “Part 30 – Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover”