Muddy Shoes
Ethel stood at the tall window with the curtain held back in one hand, watching the street the way she watched it most afternoons.
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The Beam
A liquid-black, triangular shape hung above the traffic three cars ahead, rippling like melting metal through the air.
A Hissing Sound
Thunder growled outside her window, making Dinah shiver. Silver flashes streaked across her bedroom walls, sneaking through the cracks in the heavy pink drapes.