Written to an anonymous prompt, with nods to kelkyag’s prompt.
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“Evangeline, what is WRONG with your sugar?”
There were too many people in Eva’s kitchen.
“Aunt Eva, where do you keep your star anise?”
“What do you need star anise for, Bellamy Jane?”
“Her middle name isn’t Jane…” Continue reading
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Abigail pulled her feet back with a yelp. “Okay, okay we need higher ground. Come on, maybe this one has a food court on the second floor. We can climb on a table.”
She hadn’t even gotten the words out when the cleaner Liv was tugging her – not towards the food court but up onto a bench. “Here. This should get us out of the water for a minute. And we can see the map from here.” She pointed at the dim map, no longer lit-up from within but still showing proudly things like the food court. “I still feel like if we could just get into Rue 21, maybe we could find our way back to the first mall. And if we could find that, maybe they could help us find our way home. One home, all the homes. Anything.”
“The first mall?” asked dirty-Liv sharply. “You don’t mean the place with that awful store that bought regrets, do you? Urrgh. Something about that place was just creepy. Made my skin crawl. And then there was that bookstore…” Continue reading