Carly, Jen, and I were headed back from the wake of our dear friend when our car broke down on a desolate stretch of road. There was a stone tower topped by a mailbox nearby. With our phones getting no reception and no other close place for us within walking distance, we went down the dirt path.
Where we ended up and what we became was Fated
Cesily’s shop is opening. The cat is missing. The article advertising the grand opening hadn’t run. What else could go wrong?
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Photos from the short stories