Story a day: 12.19.16

By day, children use the street to get to school, a street full of quirky coffee shops and cozy homes.

By night, every darkened window is a maw, every tree branch has claws, every car is thundering and roiling. If someone should see her walking, they’ll wonder if it’s an adult or a child. They’ll wonder if it will fight back. They’ll wonder if the thing in its hand is car keys, pepper spray, a cell phone.

She’ll wonder if she could fight back, if she would, if she’s able. Or if she’d just freeze as the shadows swallowed her.

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