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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2156313
a resume, a little magical realism
Resume

He was locking up for the night as she entered the door. Lightning crackled in the back ground. " I am seeking a position as cohort of the multiverse. I am fluent in

Elusinian mysteries and conversant with Yoruba deities. I can read runes and make stone soup." she said offering her hand. She was a tall, dark babe with a

flowered babushka covering her braids. "My name is Oya", she said, in a silky voice that made him think of plums and chocolate. She was dressed in a white tight

fitting T-shirt

and even tighter jeans. He could see the rainbow patterns on her panties.

"I don't have a resume," she apologized, "but I can raise a whirlwind, and stay centered in the storm." She lowered her eyes,"Sometimes I confuse real life with fiction.".

She continued, as the winds outside began to roar, "I am currently underemployed. I will consider all offers."

He finally regained his voice and said with all the severity he could muster, "I need a dishwasher to start tonight.".

She laughed, The glasses on the tabletops tinkled, "I cannot promise not to break the dishes.".

He took the Help Wanted sign down.






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