A String Full of Pickles

The Simplest Pleasures Are Best
Fran whooped as she pushed off the Rainier Square platform and zipped off into the fog towards Union Square flying like a superhero with her arms outstretched. Giggling. Because of course she had to giggle as she flew.

The Web lurked hidden behind the fog, dangling wet and dripping over Drowned Seattle. Full of life and love and happiness.

And pickles. Because Fran had a plan and presents to give out once she and Kamryn made their way across town to meet up with family. It was going to be awesome, if Fran did say so herself.