Under the Mason Bridge
Jackie sat on a bench at the edge of the park and watched the cars move through downtown Rivercross. They zigzagged like confused ants, disappearing behind trees and buildings then reappearing moments later in a new direction. A breeze knocked bright orange leaves loose from nearby trees. They danced across her field of vision like bits of flame and floated away down the hillside.
Her tears had finally passed. She held the brown bag tightly in her grip. She had shoved the test stick in with the packaging. She almost threw it all in the trashcan nearby but found that as she approached she couldn't release the bag. She still had not decided if she was going to tell Sam. She didn't know what she was going to do at all. Jackie watched the clouds stretch themselves across the sky like cotton candy.