OcularFracture

The hussle and bustle of the noisy bar all but drowned out the tinkle of coins as Stella dumped a handful of money down on the counter. It was probably too much, but whatever, she thought, keep the change. In fact, take it all. She opened her wallet and removed what cash she had on hand, letting it flutter down on top of the pile. Without waiting for a reaction, she slipped down from the barstool and tried to make herself as scarce as possible while snaking her way out of the bar between groups of people. She never thought of others as being in her way, but rather she regretted the space she took up and felt rude for having to make anyone ...