A Cardinal

She entered the bookstore planning to grab an address book with an inspirational cover and head right to the office. Sixty-five minutes later she emerged, the bright sun shattering the bookstore trance and making her wonder where exactly she had been the past hour. Her thoughts, as usual when time went missing, searched for memories or clues of a secret portal to another dimension or some other surreal explanation. And from there, as always, she scanned the trees looking for a red cardinal, a sign that her mother was watching over her.

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