Vision? No, she corrected, dream. It hadn"t been a vision.
The room was silent.
Those remaining watched as the giant tyrannosaur devoured its prey. They watched with an involuntary reverence, like primitives awed by some terrible wilder-god. On some level, even the dullest of them knew why. The animal being eaten was a surrogate for those inside: a sacrifice.
And then the rex paused and its jaws became still. It stood poised, frozen. Roger, Savanna, and the clerk inched closer to the glass, watching. The beast had c****d its head, as if listening to opossums rustling in the grass. It sniffed at the air gingerly, its great head poking left to right, right to left, like a bird.
“Oh s**t,” the cashier said ominously. “It can smell us.”
“No,” replied Roger. “It heard something.”
Savanna
