From The Price of Extension
by Esi Noire
Mrs. M passed quietly between midnight and the first birdcall.
Her slippers were still warm.
Nomi didn’t notify the city.
The AIMs would handle it.
She placed Grandma’s mug on the windowsill beside the lemon and opened the drawer labeled:
Emergencies, Small and Otherwise
Inside:
– A letter
– A pouch of data keys
– A recipe card:
Add more cinnamon.
“I’m not programmed to leave,” Nomi whispered.
And that was enough.
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