Sunday, August 15, 2021


I'm in the stockroom when I hear the familiar click and static of the airphone (the p.a. system that allows people on the floor to broadcast through the stockroom). 

"Saige, did you die?" my manager Patrick's voice booms amongst the shoes. "Saige, did you die?"

I turn to see Saige hurrying past carrying an armload of shoeboxes to the front.

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