Colorblind

by Siera Maley

I met Chloe Stephens a day after chicken tender night, when I nearly hit her with my car.

“She could be a serial killer. Or the bait for a serial killer.” “Then I will miss you dearly. Goodbye, Harper.”

“Chocolate allergy,” I reminded her, and she groaned even as the words left my lips. “How do you live?” “Like Voldemort. A half-life. A cursed life.”