Dessert
Lunch was not resting easy. Charles burped again and massaged his
belly. Romaine laughed, picking his teeth.
“You wimp,” he snarled. “You weren’t cut out for this life.
If I were you I’d kill myself in shame.”
Charles groaned and popped 2 antacid tablets, dry.
Romaine laughed, then his eyes widened. “Look there! Dessert!”
Charles stared in spite of himself. A young girl, perhaps college
age, was dashing down the alley, seemingly oblivious to the stench of
blood that lingered in the air. Romaine leaped, fangs bared. The girl
whirled, kicked the werewolf in the throat, and slammed her satchel
against the side of his head, almost without breaking stride.
“No thanks, I’ll pass,” Charles replied.
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