10
Elle
Months later
Delivery duty is the worst.
I march down Second Avenue while dragging a little red wagon behind me. Two large boxes lay stacked on the cart. And inside those containers? A thousand little glass slippers and tiny carved pumpkins. Today, it’s my job to deliver them to the L Center.
The good news is that the center isn’t far from Cynder Mercantile.
The bad news is that one of the wheels on my wagon snapped about a half-block ago. It’s tempting to use magic, but this is precisely the kind of situation where I can’t. Dozens of people fill the nearby stretch of sidewalk, and I’m not even counting the who can watch from buildings. The chances that someone would notice my spell are just too high.
As a result, my march to the L Center takes on a certain rhythm.
Drag.
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