Big Selection. All-You-Can-Eat Buffet. Already I taste baked goodness, the crumbly bumble of bumbleberry pie.
The bear in my stomach takes a swipe at my gut. Hunger. Always a pleasure.
Pile my plate, barely pause to breathe. Eat. Repeat.
Lucy, her push-up bra on overdrive, handles the register. She sneers. “Janelle. You know the drill. $7.99.”
My fingers poke a hairy thigh. My bills are gone, and I haven’t shaved in weeks. Perfect. “I only have a toonie.”
“Eight dollars. Not two.”
“Please! I lost my money.”
Lucy raises her eyebrow. Adjusts her top. “Fine. Get me a date with your brother.”
Copyright © 2015 by Emily Clayton
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