The west door to the attic slammed open. The tall, slim silhouette of a woman stood defiantly in the feeble light from the hall.
“It’s your sister. I tried to stop her. She’s on the way up!”
“Iloz! Where the hell are you?” she yelled.
Wally the bat let out a startled squeak and unfurled his wings. “Time to go! It’s been real!” He flew like a shot through the window.
As I closed it behind him I wished I had wings, too. My sister Trixie was coming closer.
To be continued...








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