by Nicki J. Markus
Why did everyone leave their Christmas shopping until the last minute? Why had she? She was harassed before she entered the store, and the crowds only made that worse. This lack of organisation was so unlike her, but the breakup had hit hard.
She saw what she needed—the last on the shelf—and grabbed it. But another hand was reaching too. They held it between them, neither letting go. She looked up, ready to fight, but then hesitated.
“My God. Julie Masters? I can’t believe it’s you!”
They discarded the item and went to catch up over coffee.