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Black Ice conest entry"Snow..?" Jamie trailed off, his face scrunching in confusion as the white flecks drifted down from his ceiling. "I didn't think Santa could do that."
"What?!" Jack yelped indignantly, floating closer to the boy. "North didn't do that, I did!" he protested, waving his arms as if it would get himself noticed. Jamie reached out for a snowflake, his hand going right through Jack's torso as he did.
A loud crash from the street brought both their attention to the window. Jamie hopped off of his bed and looked outside, screeching with delight at whatever he saw. He struggled to get his coat and boots on, giving up when they wouldn't cooperate, before running out of the room. Jack followed.
"Santa! The tooth fairy! You're real!" Jamie cheered as he threw himself at the fat old man. Jack had an irrational urge to shoot an icicle at him.
"Where's Bunnymund?" he asked. North frowned.
"Losing Easter... well, it took a toll on him." Tooth explained softly. She reached into the crashed sleigh and p
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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