Saturday, June 23, 2012



The reptile was beginning to make her nervous. Tanya was sure she had caught a surreptitious glance in her direction just out of her peripheral vision, but when she looked over at the reptile, just a flick of her eyes, its right-side eye was already swiveled forward again as if contemplating the drink in front of him. That observation in itself shouldn’t have been odd; she was used to odd looks. Everybody looked at her oddly, no matter what they looked like, because she was by far the more peculiar with her diminutive size and utterly false affectation of incompetence. She knew the ruse served her well, but she was feeling edgy nonetheless, as if all was not as it should have been.

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