copyright 2012 michele catalano


He came up behind her at a crosswalk, pressed his hand into hers. “The city is alive,” he whispered.

She stiffened and gave a quick glance around her; lights, people, sounds. She squeezed his hand, acknowledging what he meant by alive.

She used her magic to hear past the discordant murmurs of the city, fixating on the streets and structures. To humans, the sound was nothing more than a low, electric hum. For now. In time, the sidewalks would buckle and buildings would bend, dropping all the lies, secrets and crimes they had witnessed into the ears of passing humans.

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