Amy’s stomach growled in protest that snacks were a poor substitute for lunch.

“How about we find a fast food place to get some air and some food?” Amy asked.

“My fun fund is running low,” Barb said. “Are you paying?”

“Sure.” They were both on tight budgets, saving for the holidays in case they didn’t get overtime at the store where they both worked, but she had a little extra this week thanks to Alex generously cooking dinner at his house.

Amy decided to change into a dress her conservative acquaintances would find more appropriate for a Sunday than the tank/halter top she had worn for Alex.

The apartment was as warm as the outside, but without the breeze it felt hotter. She normally wouldn’t have been surprised by the power outage, but after being told that the country was under attack with things blowing up around her, she was less likely to attribute such a thing to more benign causes.

© 2018 Bradley Jarvis

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