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There’s A Witch At The Front Desk
A Short Story.
Violet let out a soft moan and clenched her fingers around the paper-thin objects surrounding her palm. Her eyes opened slowly to the nebulous outline of a man’s boots next to her. She felt something liquid lining the side of her lips.
She laboriously sat up, the sound of autumn leaves crunching under her repositioning. Roberto, now clearer, wiped the side of her mouth. She licked the rest of it. Blood.
“It must have been a nasty fall,” she said. She could taste the pain.
“You busted your lip,” Roberto replied.
He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to standing. “Can you walk?” he asked.
“I think so.”
She began to test this hypothesis. After stumbling some, her gait improved. He did not let go of her hand.
She looked up at him. “I’m alright now,” she said.
He looked confused for a moment and then noticed that he was still holding her. He swiftly released her.
“Right,” he replied.
Violet focused her eyes for the first time on her surroundings. A massive cube building towered above her. They approached two tinted glass doors.
