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Tuesday. Brooklyn. Mr Shan’s.

Submitted by admin on Wed, 11/30/2011 - 18:07
by: 
Rebecca Buchanan

Connie was crying into the soup when she fell, hiccup, thud. Her sneakers popped off. Scales ripped through her skin. Her nylons shredded.
“Mr Shan! We got another one!” Kate yelled, grabbing Connie’s hand. Webbing sprouted between her fingers. She hiccuped again.
Kate dragged her across the restaurant. Mr Shan danced in irritation. Patrons gawked. Connie’s hiccups turned to gasps. Kate heaved her into the saltwater tank as Connie’s legs fused and her feet flattened into an opalescent tail.
Kate touched the glass. Connie pulled off the rest of her uniform, tossed it away, and smiled.

Author Bio: 

I am the editor of Eternal Haunted Summer, a Pagan literary ezine. I am also the editor-in-chief of Bibliotheca Alexandrina. I have been published in Datura: An Anthology of Esoteric Poesis; Into the Great Below: A Devotional to Inanna and Ereshkigal; and Cliterature; among other venues. One of my stories will also be featured in a forthcoming issue of Bards and Sages.