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Neighbors
Spring was here. The change in temperature had happened, and while there were no shade trees to sprout green leaves, there was a sparse offering of grass in some places. Even in the desert, things could grow.
Echo had gotten the job at the daycare center. She'd lucked out and they hadn't wanted someone with a teaching certificate, just someone who was good with children and could drive the communal van to take them on the occasional outing. The job wasn't going to make her rich, but she enjoyed it and it got her out of the house.
She'd finished dinner, and was now contemplating a run out in the desert. She'd kept up with the practicing, and shifting didn't hurt anymore. Searchlight was so quiet at night that she no longer worried about being spotted. One of the benefits of living around so many retirees was that they all seemed to go to bed before it got dark.
There were two lawn chairs on the trailer's front yard, and a plastic table for drinks and sometimes sandwiches. Echo didn't really have visitors, but sometimes one of her close neighbors would stop by to talk.
Life was pretty good.
Echo had gotten the job at the daycare center. She'd lucked out and they hadn't wanted someone with a teaching certificate, just someone who was good with children and could drive the communal van to take them on the occasional outing. The job wasn't going to make her rich, but she enjoyed it and it got her out of the house.
She'd finished dinner, and was now contemplating a run out in the desert. She'd kept up with the practicing, and shifting didn't hurt anymore. Searchlight was so quiet at night that she no longer worried about being spotted. One of the benefits of living around so many retirees was that they all seemed to go to bed before it got dark.
There were two lawn chairs on the trailer's front yard, and a plastic table for drinks and sometimes sandwiches. Echo didn't really have visitors, but sometimes one of her close neighbors would stop by to talk.
Life was pretty good.
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Dori inched closer and inspected the buzzing insect, her eyes widening as its wings flapped in the silken strands. Zzzt. Zzzt. The spider was nowhere to be seen, but its future meal couldn’t escape its sticky bonds. If she’d had a pencil, Dori might have poked and prodded the bug, or released it if the mood struck. However, on a night’s walk all she carried was her house key on a chain around her neck.
The breeze picked up. A strand of her hair wafted into the web. She slipped it free.
This scene took place in front of a trailer – not hers – in the space between a mailbox and a light pole, where the web had been strung. When she was done looking, Dori took a step back and kicked a rock across the asphalt. The noise echoed in the quiet street.
She lived alone in Searchlight; big brother had taken to the city in the way of an extrovert, craving people, craving activity and movement. She preferred minimalism. Here, people did not notice the buzzards that sometimes circled her trailer roof, attracted to the sense of death rather than a smell of rotting flesh. Here, it was understandable for plants to wilt and brown in her sandy yard. Neighbors considered her a peculiar but harmless girl, pretty when she smiled, and she kept her proclivities to a dull roar.
Now moving again, she noticed a young woman in her yard. Dori lifted a hand in a soft wave.
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"Hi. It's nice to meet you."
Shy was not the same thing as afraid. It might be a thin line, but it was there. The hybrid's stern and occasionally sour mouth lifted slightly at the corners.
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