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From the author: A riff on DST from my Friday Flash Fiction project.
Jenna signaled the waiter for her check and asked him to wrap up what was left of her sandwich. As he left with the plate, she stared at the empty spot across the table.
“Jenna!” came a voice from behind her. Jenna turned to see her sister Molly walking over in her sandals and her—no doubt—100% organic fair-trade cotton dress. Molly plopped down in the empty seat. “Hey there,” she said. “Have you been waiting long?”
“A little while,” said Jenna.
“We said 11:30, right?” asked Molly.