Silver Posts

It was the day the world was supposed to end according to the Mayan calendar, but my world was just beginning. The snow was crisp on the ground and if I used my imagination, I could hear the carolers in the background. I’d never been able to breathe so clearly on a winter night. My feet were howling in protest of walking on ice in scrappy sandal heels, but I made it to the mall anyway. As I sat on the barstool in the accessories store, I barely felt the ear piercing gun shoot silver balls into my earlobes as I listened to one of my favorite songs playing above our heads. 


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