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Authors: Michelle M. Pillow
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think I’ll have to pass. Vincent’s an entomologist and a new specimen is probably code for giant man-eating dung beetles from the deepest parts of Africa.’
Jo wrinkled her nose. Carrie’s eyes lit with excitement, as she said, ‘If that’s true, you have to convince him to let me use them in my new film for cinema class. I have to do a short horror project. I think a campy remake of 1950s horror classics could be just the thing. I could call it Attack of the Giant Man-Eating Dung Beetles .’
‘I’d watch it.’ Sasha took a big drink from her coffee, ignoring the slight sting of heat in her mouth and throat before setting the empty mug down. She laughed at the request. ‘I’ll do what I can but I’m not making any promises.’
Carrie pumped her fist into the air, jumping in excitement. ‘Yes! That’s freakin’ awesome! Giant bugs. I’m going to sketch some storyboards today.’ She hurried towards her bedroom.
‘Carrie, don’t get your hopes—’ Sasha began.
Jo waved her hand. ‘Don’t bother. She’s in creative mode and won’t hear another word you have to say.’
Sasha dragged her feet in the snow, ignoring the fact that she couldn’t feel her numb toes. She’d been in a cab until the traffic brought them to a standstill. With the meter running, it was cheaper to get out and walk, not to mention faster. Working part-time as a waitress didn’t really pay for the luxuries.
Her boots didn’t offer much by the way of protection, but they were cute and that was what she was going for. She was on her way to meet Trevor for breakfast at a little dive of a café frequented by the senior citizen crowd near the Museum Mile and Central Park. Thankfully, she had a heavyweight, navy wool-blend coat to counteract the freezing temperature. She’d found it at a thrift store. It had been a hidden gem with its stylish double-breasted wide shawl collar and longer, thigh-high length. She pulled at the belt along her waist, cinching it unnecessarily, as if doing so would make her feet warmer. Then, holding her messenger bag tight against her hip, she quickened her pace.
She wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend before she started her new internship. The next months would be nonstop work. Professor Collins wasn’t too forthcoming with all the details, but she assumed it was because he didn’t have them all. It was a new project that came up at the last minute and he had the task of finding four graduate students to fill the slots. Since her graduate program officially pointed towards a Master of Arts in Latin American Studies with an advanced certificate in Museum Studies, she qualified. Plus, she needed the internship for graduation. Collins required a final joint presentation with an assigned partner and he expected her to work on her masters paper.
Stomping the snow from her feet as she came to the café door, Sasha kept her head down and pushed inside. A jiggling of a bell marked her entrance. The light resonance of dining patrons clanking silverware to porcelain plates replaced the sounds of the street. She stood in the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light as she brushed snowflakes off her sleeves.
Seeing Trevor in the back of the restaurant, the only young face visible in the small crowd besides the waitress, she smiled and waved. Even sitting next to a yellowed wall in shadowed light, he emitted charm and grace. His was the kind of face a girl just wanted to grab and kiss. The clean shaven line of his square jaw and high cheekbones framed a straight nose and deliciously dark eyes made even darker by the espresso color of his cashmere v-neck sweater.
Mud from the street marred the floor in a scattered array of footprints. The faded tiles reminded her of an old hospital hallway – yellowed white with tiny beige specks. There was nothing remarkable about the place, nothing but the fact that Trevor waited for her in it.
As she approached, he stood. The effortless gesture
Jo wrinkled her nose. Carrie’s eyes lit with excitement, as she said, ‘If that’s true, you have to convince him to let me use them in my new film for cinema class. I have to do a short horror project. I think a campy remake of 1950s horror classics could be just the thing. I could call it Attack of the Giant Man-Eating Dung Beetles .’
‘I’d watch it.’ Sasha took a big drink from her coffee, ignoring the slight sting of heat in her mouth and throat before setting the empty mug down. She laughed at the request. ‘I’ll do what I can but I’m not making any promises.’
Carrie pumped her fist into the air, jumping in excitement. ‘Yes! That’s freakin’ awesome! Giant bugs. I’m going to sketch some storyboards today.’ She hurried towards her bedroom.
‘Carrie, don’t get your hopes—’ Sasha began.
Jo waved her hand. ‘Don’t bother. She’s in creative mode and won’t hear another word you have to say.’
Sasha dragged her feet in the snow, ignoring the fact that she couldn’t feel her numb toes. She’d been in a cab until the traffic brought them to a standstill. With the meter running, it was cheaper to get out and walk, not to mention faster. Working part-time as a waitress didn’t really pay for the luxuries.
Her boots didn’t offer much by the way of protection, but they were cute and that was what she was going for. She was on her way to meet Trevor for breakfast at a little dive of a café frequented by the senior citizen crowd near the Museum Mile and Central Park. Thankfully, she had a heavyweight, navy wool-blend coat to counteract the freezing temperature. She’d found it at a thrift store. It had been a hidden gem with its stylish double-breasted wide shawl collar and longer, thigh-high length. She pulled at the belt along her waist, cinching it unnecessarily, as if doing so would make her feet warmer. Then, holding her messenger bag tight against her hip, she quickened her pace.
She wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend before she started her new internship. The next months would be nonstop work. Professor Collins wasn’t too forthcoming with all the details, but she assumed it was because he didn’t have them all. It was a new project that came up at the last minute and he had the task of finding four graduate students to fill the slots. Since her graduate program officially pointed towards a Master of Arts in Latin American Studies with an advanced certificate in Museum Studies, she qualified. Plus, she needed the internship for graduation. Collins required a final joint presentation with an assigned partner and he expected her to work on her masters paper.
Stomping the snow from her feet as she came to the café door, Sasha kept her head down and pushed inside. A jiggling of a bell marked her entrance. The light resonance of dining patrons clanking silverware to porcelain plates replaced the sounds of the street. She stood in the doorway, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light as she brushed snowflakes off her sleeves.
Seeing Trevor in the back of the restaurant, the only young face visible in the small crowd besides the waitress, she smiled and waved. Even sitting next to a yellowed wall in shadowed light, he emitted charm and grace. His was the kind of face a girl just wanted to grab and kiss. The clean shaven line of his square jaw and high cheekbones framed a straight nose and deliciously dark eyes made even darker by the espresso color of his cashmere v-neck sweater.
Mud from the street marred the floor in a scattered array of footprints. The faded tiles reminded her of an old hospital hallway – yellowed white with tiny beige specks. There was nothing remarkable about the place, nothing but the fact that Trevor waited for her in it.
As she approached, he stood. The effortless gesture
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