“Can you fix it?”
“Don’t know yet. Gimme a second to look it over.”
We crowded around to watch her work. She grumbled about the rush, the crowd—
“Seriously, I’m not lifting another finger unless you stop that damn racket?”
—and obviously, the music didn’t make her happy either. A gesture from the Boss, and the music stopped. She gave another glare. We stepped back.
“I don’t suppose anyone has a can of WD-40 handy.” We bowed our heads. We were so woefully ill-equipped for this kind of thing. “Didn’t think so. Brute force it is then.”
She stood up, reared back, and gave it a swift kick.
And slowly, the Wheel of Fate resumed its turning and the angels resumed their chorus.
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Patricia Miller is a US Navy veteran who writes SF, fantasy, horror and romance. She is a member of SFWA and CODEX.
Publications include short fiction in A Quaint and Curious Volume of Gothic Tales, 206 Words, and the March 2022 Cinnabar Moth Literary Collection e-zine. Upcoming publications include short stories for Brigid’s Gate Press, Cinnabar Moth Press, Zooscape Magazine, Wyngraf, and Touchstone Press.
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