Snapshot Memory

Jill jingled the keys, unlocking the door for the first time. On the other side, she heard a perky voice. “Oh, hello.” The girl, although petite, held herself in a confident manner, straight-backed and chin jutted up. Almond-slit amber eyes met Jill’s gaze head on. Her coffee-brown hair had tints of blonde and curled down…

The Contract

The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee and pastries wafted in the air. The shop was packed, but he was easily identifiable by his red plaid scarf. I slid in the seat across from him, and though we’d never met, he smiled at me easily, as though we’d been friends our entire lives. His outward appearance…