The temperature dropped about fifteen degrees as Jill jogged through the park. Normally, she didn’t let a thing like that bother her; it just made her run faster in order to raise her body temperature and decrease her time out in the cold.
But then came the snow.
And then the rain.
And then the freezing rain.
Jill believed this to be the phenomenon known as “wintery mix.” She found that euphemism to be entirely misleading as it conjured up images in her mind of Chex mix covered with powdered sugar.
Defeated in her run, she decided to head towards the plaza. You know the one, next to the park? It has the city’s worst McDonalds next to a dialysis center?
Anyways, she noticed a store there she had never noticed before. She would call it a new store except that it couldn’t be; it looked run down. More than that, it sold antiques.
Not particularly genre savvy, Jill went inside.
Jill wandered the through the halls of the antique store passing countless bric-a-brac and tchotchkes. She happened upon a snow globe. She went to reach for it, but a sign saying “You Brake it You Bout IT” paused her in her tracks. Instead she leaned closer.
Inside the snow globe looked to be a perfect recreation of this terrible little strip mall. The cars out front looked modern, so it couldn’t be that much of an antique. She decided to grab it for a closer look.
The store shook.