And barnacle-eyed men hiding amongst the rocks, spying on her with wonder and fear.
Emma waited until five o’clock before giving up. “Fine,” she said to the phone. “Don’t call me.” The interview yesterday had gone well, she knew it had. So why hadn’t they called for a second interview? “I’m too old,” she told herself, looking out the front window at the wilting daisies in the front yard.
Tread lightly, children. There be Gods and Monsters everywhere.