Jim had been so focused on trying to get the new markings off his skin with a Brillo pad he didn't notice the first costumer come in until she asked about the strange thing in the sky. "Hmmm?" He said, turning to her in such a way his body hid the arm covered in new markings. He looked at her and then back at the screen. "Oh yeah! Nobody knows what it is. Apparently it just showed up out of nowhere. It hasn't done anything interesting, other than being of course, but there's a bunch of military types around the area along with special agents, people in lab coats, and probably some people from an insurance company. They haven't talked to any, but I'm sure their there." He stopped and thought about it for a moment. "But what's really weird is there aren't any religious people talking. You'd think that would be the first group of people that got attention after the people from the news talked to anyone who knew what their were doing right?"
He stopped when he remembered where he was, who was in the office next to the cash register, and what he was getting paid for. "Oh. Yeah, I'm sorry. I keep forgetting. It was bad night. Weird reams." He shook his head. "Welcome to the Ultimate-Supreme-nearly Divine bakery." His face turned red, as it always did whenever he had to say the place's name. Sure, it made some pretty damn good pastries, but that wasn't an excuse for giving it a name that would make a my little pony fan fiction writer giggle with embarrassment.
It was tempting to hide the marks on his arm, but there wasn't any away around it. So he stopped trying and took out a tray and laid some wax paper over it. "So what would you like?"
While on the screen besides him there was a flash of light and someone started screaming.
The Irish Tree
