She angled into the street, speeding past the metal crate just before it burst open in screams and snarls, rejoining the sidewalk when it was behind her. Everyone not a monster was running pell-mell or screaming at the sky or staring open-mouthed in their sunglasses and sandals. And kids. Oh hell so many kids.
No one else was running with purpose with a silly purse bouncing in rhythm off their breast. She’d covered maybe half a mile of the two-and-a-half miles home. She held back the urge to sprint, pacing herself, letting the sidewalk blocks be her black swim lines along the pool bottom.
The familiar blue city welcome sign now read WLCM CLRWTR.. Was it in her head, or was that just how the sign r******w? She could say it without having to open her mouth. Did the Bad Things have mouths
