Fragile and Disabled

Maeve lay against the pillows, staring at the faint pattern on the ceiling.

It had been days since that incident but her mind was still circling back to the thing she had seen outside the car. In her head, it did not look like a man who lost control or a sick animal that had wandered too far. It looked like a monster. Long limbs, hunched shoulders, too much height, teeth that did not belong in any