Cookies
“Let’s go around the circle and share something about
ourselves.”
She despised icebreaker bullshit, especially at work.
As they all spoke, she wasn’t even listening, because
she was trying to think of something respectable to say.
“I like to bake cookies for the neighborhood children”
she blurted out when it was her turn, and she managed to smile shyly. At least
that’s what she hoped it looked like.
She thought of her collection of bones, stones, and
feathers, and the totems she made out of them to use in her various spells.
She’d never baked a cookie in her life.
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