By Dani Dawson
Miranda walked along the sidewalk of the city. Of course it was raining, and of course she had nothing to keep the wet from seeping deep into her clothes, into her bones, even. She felt so heavy and so tired. She knew something had to break soon, she just hoped it wasn’t her.
She had just wanted a walk. Just 5 damn minutes of peace to clear her head. Was that really too much to ask? She sighed as her foot struck an obstacle on the sidewalk causing her to stumble. She reached out to steady herself on the side of the building and looked back to see something shine despite the rain. Intrigued, she took a step back, and turning, reached down to pick up the object.
It was not much larger than her palm, though she could not close her fingers over it fully, it was too bulky for that. Miranda had never taken one class of geometry but she thought she the shape looked like an octagon or something, like a stop sign on all sides of the sparkling sphere. It felt slightly cold to her touch, but oddly, not wet. It wasn’t heavy, not much weightier than a ream of paper, and Miranda knew how heavy that was since she lifted those packs all day.
Someone jostled her as they passed and Miranda realized she had not moved since retrieving the object. She shrugged and slid it into her purse as she completed her walk around the block. At least she had something different to think about now.
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