Natasha Perry-Fagant
Joined October 2020
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A Clerk's Strained Civility
The old hanging bell chimed as the wooden door slowly opened. The clerk lifted her eyes from the hidden doodle she was working on. No one had come yet that day and after three hours alone at the boulangerie, she was less than enthused to adorn a veil of customer service. She slipped the scrap of paper with her sketch of a horrifically emaciated figure under the cash register. No need to incite unnecessary chat. She could not think of a more inappropriate image to be seen in a family bakery than a sketch depicting a furious starving child.
By Natasha Perry-Fagant3 years ago in Horror