The morning after I met her, I woke at dawn because I had the opening shift in the bakery. Three hours of sleep but I felt jolted, like my blood was buzzing. From my fingers to my toes, I hummed. I mixed pizza dough and gathered a brownie recipe. I frosted a lemon poppyseed cake. I saw her face in the light that shone through the window and turned the air to gold. She had hair like the sun and eyes like rain. My heartbeat sounded different today. Louder. Insistent. It was calling.
Shannon Layne (she/her) is from Humboldt County, CA, and holds a B.A. degree in English Literature from UC Davis. Her fiction can be found in literary journals The Bookends Review, The Kreaxxxion Journal, Flash Frog, and is upcoming in The Bitchin’ Kitsch. She lives in Northern California with her wife. You can find her on Twitter (@shannonlaynee) and Instagram (@shannonlayneee).
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