[ WP ] In a corner of a public library there is a computer . Anything posted to the internet from that computer becomes true .

On her ninth day of unemployment, Nina's landlord turned off the electricity. She could n't job-hunt at home, so she carefully dusted off a blue dress and walked two miles to the nearest public library. She had a few quarters jangling in her pocket for the bus ride home, but she wanted to save them in case she had to get to an interview across town. 
 
 `` Doyouhaveacurrentblahblahblah,'' the lady at the front desk mumbled. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' Nina whispered. She lifted her sunglasses and leaned in, revealing a black eye. `` Could you please repeat that? I did n't catch it.'' 
 
 She had forgotten about the black eye. She had n't looked in the mirror in days. The lady gasped, two perfect pink lips forming a shocked O. 
 
 Nina let her sunglasses drop. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, ma'am. But your address is n't up to date according to our system.'' 
 
 Fuck. He'd find her if she told them. He'd found her at work and he'd find her at home if she told them. 
 
 `` Uh, yeah. It's uh...'' She stalled for time. 
 
 `` 525 Willowby Road,'' she announced, pleased with herself momentarily. Then she realized she'd just rattled off the address from a classic children's novel. To a librarian. She waited to see if the lady got suspicious, but she just smiled awkwardly and typed the new address into the system. 
 
 `` Ok, you're all set,'' she said, appraising Nina. 
 
 She grabbed her library card and walked as quickly as she could to the computers. The only empty one that had a good view of the entrance was in the corner. Nina sat down and logged in, hoping there was no way Ricky could check on her here. 
 
 She did a quick search for resume templates and started filling in her essential information. It took two minutes to type out her last, and only, job. After Ricky had hit her the first time, she'd moved into an apartment on Coal with help from her sister. And she'd applied for a job at Clucky's, which required no experience and did n't mind that she was nearly forty with nothing to show for it. 
 
 But he'd found her there. At the end of her shift, she went to dump out some old bones and beaks, and he was waiting by the dumpster. He attacked her, gave her a black eye... The last customer inside heard and ran out, shooing him away. But her manager fired her because she'd left the till unattended. He had no sympathy for her. 
 
 So she'd been searching for jobs on the laptop she borrowed from her sister. But now that she was a week late on the electric bill, her landlord decided it was the right time to punish her even further. 
 
 Nina stared at the nearly empty resume and told herself she deserved this. 
 
 She let herself have two quick tears and a snuffle, then wiped her eyes and put her fingers back down. She was lucky Mrs. Krebalsky had taught them all typing when she was in 8th grade. She'd dropped out to move in with Ricky two years after that. But at least she could type. 
 
 Nina double-checked the search engine her sister had taught her to use. She queried: How to make skills sound more impressive. 
 
 Most of the sites discouraged lying. Yeah, right. They'd discover her lies in an instant. But she really did n't know how quickly she could type. Maybe 40 words a minute? And she did n't want to seem slow. She was sure she'd get better with practice. So she put in that she typed 120 words a minute and knew how to use Excel. She'd never opened it, but she would as soon as she posted this to that job website her sister told her about. 
 
 Two minutes later, she opened the Excel program. Somehow she made a budget for her remaining few dollars out of the spreadsheet. Maybe it really was that easy... 
 
 Nina checked her email. There was already a reply from a company looking for an administrative assistant! It asked if she had reliable transportation and could please visit the office in professional attire sometime that day. Seemed like a low-key firm, maybe she could get away with her blue dress... 
 
 She quickly typed up a response answering that she, indeed, had reliable transportation and would see them shortly. Ha! The bus was n't usually reliable... She jangled the quarters and looked up the bus route on the internet. Her dress would have to work. 
 
 An older woman tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to something on the floor. 
 
 `` You dropped that, sweetie. Would n't want it to get wrinkled,'' she said. Nina looked below her chair. No way. A suit? A perfect grey suit in her size? With no wrinkles? She snatched it up. How could this be possible? 
 
 Nina logged out and carried the suit with her quickly to the downstairs restroom, hoping that the true owner would n't spot her. She changed and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her black eye was barely noticeable if she let her bangs swoop to the side- and the suit fit like a dream. She hoped it would n't get wrinkled during the bus ride. She patted the pockets, smoothing them out, and found a lump of keys. Car keys? She was worried someone had set her up. 
 
 The parking lot was pretty full, but she pressed the beeper and noticed a small sedan lighting up. This must be it. She carefully opened the driver's door and got in, nervous that someone would see her. Instead, she noticed a note on the dashboard. 
 
 *Dear one, 
 I'm afraid I spied a bit on you today at the library. * 
 
 Oh, shit. She glanced around. Did Ricky find her? 
 
 She kept reading. 
 
 *I, too, wore black eyes for many years. But I noticed you were searching for a job and figured you could use what I had. Let's just say someone very kind did the same thing for me ages ago. * 
 
 -*Your Fairy Godmother* 
 
 Nina breathed a sigh of relief and started the engine.
