Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Double Vision”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Every Time I Close My Eyes”, teased as last week’s Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Double Vision”! (MC FF)

A head injury gives Jo the Second Sight, and she learns that not everyone at her school is as they appear. But now that she knows, is there anything she can do about it?


Here’s a taste:


Jo nodded extremely gingerly. She flickered her eyes open. Everything still felt bright, and her vision swam and wobbled in front of her, but it wasn’t making her sick. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Coach asked. Jo tried to focus her eyes on Coach’s fingers, but she kept seeing weird after-images. It was like there were two Coaches, one overlapping the other. One of them was holding up three fingers, but the other…


The other one was impossible. She had gray skin, the color of wet ash after a fire, but smooth. Impossibly smooth, smoother than skin, smoother than glass, smoother than satin. Skin that had never wrinkled into laughter. Skin that had never known age. Her face was swept back from an impossibly narrow, pointy nose and thin, pursed lips. She stared down at Jo with jet-black, glittering eyes and an unreadable expression. She had long, white hair and ears that stuck out widely and tapered into sharp points, and she held up three ash-gray, slender fingers with long, talon-like nails.


Jo closed her left eye. The apparition vanished, leaving Coach Erickson and her gentle, concerned face. She closed her right eye instead. Coach Erickson was blotted out and the creature was staring at her once more. She opened both eyes. They overlaid each other almost precisely, moving in perfect unison as they said, “Jo?”


“What are you?” she murmured, as much to herself as Coach Erickson. She reached up, brushing at the tip of those impossibly long ears, unable to believe the evidence of her own eyes. “What are you?” she whispered again, staring wide at the thing in front of her.


Hope you enjoy it!

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