The bulletin board was lousy with business cards crowded and overlapping and concealing their brethren, scattered like tiles amongst fluttering 8 ½ by 11s of home-made adverts with tear-off tabs of contact info stumbling along their lower edges.
Some tabs looked like the mouth of a fighter who’d long refused the emasculation of a mouth guard, others jagged along the bottom edge of the page like a heart monitor tracking a thready pulse; virtually none had been left untouched. She ran her crimson fingernails along the varied lettering, text not so old as to be faded, unpinning here and lifting there to reveal secrets buried in this dragon’s hoard of community activity.
Smiling at the proud abundance of service availability, she noted how easy it would be to sample and drain these resources and go largely undetected in this mid-sized, Midwest urban city circa 2015.
The Overlords would be pleased.
Slipping out the back door of the coffeehouse, she crossed the dark parking lot and jogged back to her space shuttle, hidden beneath the trees and the crescent moon, and the mothership, waiting behind the stars.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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