Nanosecond.Really.  She was there, burbling at some worm on the pavement, doing that little dance.  Then the future hit.  Black Audi, forty-five miles an hour.  She knew not to go on the road.  The coffin was tiny.  I don’t let the others out now.  Street’s just not safe anymore.

*Originally published by www.the-phone-book.com (now archived)