Face the Music
A Short Story by Jack Sparacino Morning mist rose like fetid cigar smoke from Charleston’s rivers, creeks and harbor. Indoor sanctuaries beckoned. Clicks, squeaks and scuffling resonated off the shiny floors at Bohicket Marina Village mall. Saleswomen stood sentry at their stations, bored senseless by the stream of customers trudging through. The ladies’ paltry wages weren’t enough to afford them their preferred surgery.
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