When Mean Jean Came to Town

Microfiction

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When Mean Jean walked into a room, clothes felt tighter and air felt stuffier. She intentionally made everyone within her radius miserable.

Randall saw beyond her prickly personality, convinced there was a softness hidden somewhere under her armadillo armor.

“Hi Jean.” Randall looked at her maroon stilettos. He glanced up with his soft brown…