NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here. To read the chapters I’ve posted in order, click here.
Coldwater High School ~ Coldwater, N.M.
A scrawny gray tabby with a notched ear and unkempt fur crouched under a school Suburban parked near the end of the alley, watching as a 15-year-old Volvo station wagon rolled to a stop nearby, and the Morrígan whelp and her mother jumped out and ran toward the one called Kavanaugh.
The cat purred softly as the Morrígan burst into tears at the sight of the Kavanaugh woman. Her unfortunate accident was an unexpected delight. She wasn’t dead. The little bean sidhe would have been screaming bloody murder. But she’d been startled enough to make a mistake, and her misstep had revealed a weakness. How very serendipitous. Continue reading The Observer