October 14, 1929
The careless, unfinished stitches unraveled as Nicole’s camel cashmere coat swung in time with her kitten-heeled steps beneath her tweed pencil skirt, and the hastily-crafted knot of despair slipped out of the lining and tumbled onto the floor of the New York Stock Exchange without touching her, instantly kicked and trampled underfoot, gaining momentum as it traveled through the room, cursing everything it touched.
Back in Chapel Creek, Hattie gazed into her scrying bowl, and her blood ran cold with the devastation she saw coming.
The water turned black.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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