by Megan Arkenberg
The scanner bips and gives a four-note ascending scale of disapproval. Item not found. I look at the package in my hand. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but this coffee's not in our system. It's from an alternate dimension's grocery store."
Her lips make a smacking sound like a magnetic coin purse. "Excuse me?"
"Café Macondo." I type in the eleven-digit code on the bottom. The package is deep, silky green with a chain of yellow butterflies across the front. The final vowel in the name is a steaming cup of coffee. "Our store doesn't carry this brand. It slipped in from our competitor--er, counterpart--on another plane of existence."
She rolls her eyes in the politest way imaginable. "I'll go check the price on the shelf."
"Yes, ma'am." I set the coffee aside and continue scanning her order.