Page 39 of Reckless Chances
“Fuck you, Charlie,” she shouted this time. The curse word felt foreign and aggressive on her lips. She turned on her heel and marched out of the unfinished brewpub, seething with anger. As she reached the door, she broke into a jog, the dusty air inside the building suffocating her. She burst into the fresh mountain air and doubled over, her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. She looked to the left and right and the stood up and straightened her overalls. She hoped that no one had seen her outburst. She wiped away the tears and stepped into her shop.
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“WE’RE ALL DONE, EMMA.” Barry, the carpenter was packing up his toolbox.
She looked around. When the flowers arrived, the place was going to look like a real flower shop. “Thanks, Barry. It looks amazing.”
“Are you alright?” Barry paused as he latched up his tools.
“I’m just fine,” Emma lied. “Will you be emailing the invoice?”
Emma didn’t feel like small talking, she wanted to lock up the shop and go curl up under her duvet and try to figure out what the heck had just happened.
