As promised in /b/, I wrote something short for Stardew.
Fingers crossed the formatting survives copy and paste.
Abigail’s belt felt too tight.
“I won’t be back until 8pm,” her dad said. “So you’ll have to lock up too.”
Not just her belt, either. Everything felt tight, her tights, her shirt, even her bra.
“The keys are under the counter, next to the phone. Now, if the mayor comes in axing about taxes…”
It wasn’t like they were small clothes either. She had been feeling uncomfortable all week and picked out her baggiest outfit. It still felt small and itchy against her skin. Maybe she was sick. She definitely felt sick. Her feet had been aching since morning and now, standing behind the counter, listening to her dad drone on and on and on, her back was starting to hurt too.
“Dad,” she said. “I don’t think I’m feeling better after all. I think I’m still sick from the other day. Do I have to do this.”
Pierre frowned. “Abby, were you listening to a thing I just said?”
“Mayor, taxes, blah blah blah,” she said. “I feel totally gross. Can’t we just close the store?”
Her dad’s face fell. “Abby, that new farmer from up the road could be coming into town looking for seeds any day now.”
Abigail grinned. Jackie, the new farmer. She looked cool. Sexy, even. She had spoken to Abigail a couple of times, compared Prairie King high scores, even given her the coolest amethyst from down the mines. Working the store wouldn’t be so bad if Jackie came round.
“And if the store is closed,” her dad went on, “She might just head on over to the Joja Mart and become a customer for life over there. Is that what you want?”Post too long. Click here to view the full text.