The Altonevers Page 40
“Don't walk!” shouts a man who blows a whistle. Drawing clusters of curious faces from the morning’s crowd to himself, then to Anna aiming the muzzle just above her right ear. She turns to meet the man with beaming brown eyes brimming with glee. Tears blur her vision when she blinks in seeing the man isn’t him. She squints to the sun for a second, a second later with a mechanical click and a Pop! her carrot colored head burst red and she sees no more. Her body falls as dead weight to the dawn painted street, laying with the soles of her shoes an inch from the edge of the curb.