I couldn’t deny what I saw. Even from this distance, no matter how much I wanted to believe it was a black garbage bag. I crept on the toes of my old army boots to get a closer look, the matter becoming less real and more movie-like.
It moved. A leg. Twitch.
I stopped mid-step. It was human. It was someone in a dark bodysuit sprawled on the side of the lane. I wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps on the alley gravel behind me. I leapt as quietly as possible, prancing bluntly toward the deep shadow of a garage overhang. The person-shaped thing was lying across from me. I couldn’t say what temperature it was outside, because I was sweating as if I’d ran here in August.
“Steven, why are you being such an asshole?” sobbed a young woman’s voice from the
