The Incident of the Imp

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sf_wk3A kid…in a costume. It had to be.

Still, it was frightening. To think I almost hit the poor little guy.

Maybe it was a good thing that the costume was so good, so convincing. The sickly yellow glow-in-the-dark contacts. The pro-quality fang fixtures. That tail that almost looked as if it were whipping back and forth on its own. I thought it was some animal I’d almost hit. That would have been bad enough. If I’d known it was a kid, I might have panicked and lost control of the car. Maybe I would have hit him.

But Halloween was days ago. Was some kid having his last hurrah? Loved his costume so much, he decided to keep wearing it? Continue reading

Subway to Yesterday

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Subway to Yesterday

 

Recognition

I snapped awake at the sound of subdued screaming music spilling from the headphones of the teen who had just settled down on the seat next to me.  I glanced over at her, and she flicked her gaze in my direction, as if daring me to say something.  But I was preoccupied by the feeling that something was wrong.  I shook off the disorientation and saw that I was several stops away from where I needed to be.  As the subway train rolled to a stop, I leapt out of my seat and navigated my way to the doors.  I was late to work, and on a day after I may have burned one bridge too many. Continue reading