Read Between the Grinds

Two characters. Two stories. One curse.

Fallon’s Light Roast: Having a wreck and getting a ticket were just the beginning of my problems. Wait, no, just the beginning of my curse, if you could believe that nonsense. I didn’t have the time or the brainpower to believe in curses. I had a new coffee shop to run and bills to pay, including a ticket for the wreck I didn’t cause. Imagine my surprise when I started seeing people’s futures in their coffee cups. Didn’t have a choice about believing in that stupid curse then. When I saw the future of my hottest customer featuring me on my, ahem, knees, I suddenly wasn’t sure if disbelieving was a good thing. That was definitely a future I could support.

Esme’s Black Tea: Everyone in Between knew about the witch’s cursed bird. Heck, my family’s business profited every time that bird appeared. I just never thought it would show up in my life. At the worst time ever. I’d been on my way to break up with my boyfriend and put Between in my rearview when the Wayward Warbler struck, chaining me to the town until I got rid of the curse. I figured it would be easy, but when I started actually seeing people’s pasts in my tea leaves, including the grease monkey fixing my car and the past we’d shared, easy was the last thing it was.

Welcome to Between, Nevada, where the residents know there are two sides to every curse.