On the morning of her sixth birthday, Bennie flung open her curtains to reveal a grey bank of thunderous clouds. The eerie light turned the newly opened late spring leaves an unnaturally dark green with shadows that clung beneath. The grass glowed. Bennie felt rather than heard a rumble that made her bones vibrate. The birthday girl smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that matched the grass. Today was the kind of day where Things Happened.
Inspired by "The Little Magic Shop, by Bruce Sterling. "The early life of James Abernathy was rife with ominous portent." This was one of my favorites from Feeling Very Strange.
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