FICTION by Rica
Book signing. Queue. Bookworms with my work in hand.
One smiling face approached me.
“You always sign with a red marker.”
“It’s my lucky charm.” I wink.
Besides, it’s easier to refill with red “ink”.
“Oh, it dries out easily.”
I take a snapshot of him beaming; he smiles even wider.
I smile back, take out my pad, and jot down notes.
Another bestseller on the way.
