The Calendar’s Full of Them

Their eyes had teeth.

Lamb wished herself invincible. Eyes closed, nails digging in her palm. She’d never been able to disappear on command, but this might be the one time it happened.

It didn’t.

They weren’t staring at her anymore. Or ever. She took a deep breath and did her best Grace Kelly impersonation as she moved across the room. But it was just a bar, a dark one, the patrons too busy with the bottoms of their bottles to watch her float by.

Seated in a darker corner, she wished for a telescope, to spy on the other tables.

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