There was a woman painting tiny letters on the road.
The past weeks had been insane: spores from the sk; people, animals, even plants acting weird. Sen, who'd been hoping there was still something left at the store, was hurrying, a wet bandanna tied over her face. She stopped dead anyway.
The woman was masked, gloved, & painting. They weren't Roman letters. Sen didn't know what they were.
The woman held up a finger. Chanting softly-not English-she stood, stretched~
stepped over the line of letters, stopped.
Behind her, a flickering wall-the color of the paint, shiny blue-rose upwards.
"That'll help the air.” She bowed. “I'm CJ. What're you doing this far west?"
Going for food, Sen didn't say. CJ's eyes, improbably, matched the paint.
"I-Falling in love."
With the mask, Sen couldn’t tell CJ’s expression, but her eyes squished up like a smile.
"Magic does that. Come on, I'll get you someplace safe... and maybe show you a bit more.”
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