Meet Kassy

The truck lingered beside them.

 

Pondering with her head down in the passenger seat, twelve cars back from the congested stop light, Kassy craved to write. Her fingers fumbled for the missing fountain pen. Her right leg muscles twitched. Her mauve backpack in the floorboard consisted of clear white note pads, a Halloween ghost pin from her art class and her phone with one app, Starbucks. But no pen. It was almost that time of year. She couldn’t wait.

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Christmas List coming soon...