Exposed (Free Falling)

by Raven St. Pierre

  I cupped my mouth with my hand. “I’ll figure out a way to return the favor for tonight. Don’t think this is over.”

  Her head moved only slightly to look over her shoulder, but she didn’t stop. Nor did she turn around. Facing forward, she turned the corner and that was the last I saw of Super Girl Roxie Peterson.

  Smiling to myself, I picked up my basket and ran inside. I went to the dryer I always went to dry my things in. At first I only used that dryer because someone always left time on it, but that changed when I opened it.

  I did just that, opening it like I had weeks prior, and that familiar smell of warm brown sugar and softener sheets hit my nose like it had the first time. I finally knew the owner of that smell as I filled the dryer with my wet clothes.

  Roxie.