Up on the Roof
It was that kind of day — cotton-puff clouds dotting robin’s-egg-blue skies, sun enough to warm — that made Sill glad to be alive. She flipped the shop’s sign to “Closed” and climbed eight floors to the roof. Ergochair molding to her curves, Laura Nyro crooning on her radio; within minutes she dozed.
Her cell “plinked,” interrupting a swell dream involving her and Townes VanZandt.
“Your order has arrived,” it said.
She looked up then watched the drone lower and land soundlessly. Antica Pesa hands-down made the best Shrimp Alfredo pasta on the planet – and Tiramisu to die for!
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the educational host of Friday Fictioneers.