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scraped
against the concrete.   Tip ,   tap ,   pit ,   pat . She would not be able to hide
if she made noise with every step. She needed to change back, but
how and where?   
    As she entered Minister’s
Lane, she saw an old, abandoned car. Quickly she hurried over to it
and tried to pry the rusty door open. A bum popped up inside,
toothless and dirty. The bum opened his mouth in rage; Kurma jumped
back in fear, and caught herself with an outstretched arm. Clearly
she had disturbed his sleep. She didn’t even think he noticed how
she looked at all.   
    Off to the side of the
lane, she heard a commotion.   Shit, this isn’t
good , she thought. All she wanted to do
was try to turn back into a regular person. Once people saw her
wings, she wouldn’t know what to do—she’d probably have to run all
her life so she wouldn’t end up in someone’s collection, stuffed
and gagged for everyone to see.   
    Kurma saw three young boys
heading in her direction. Her Raptor eyes had night vision, and she
could see the tiniest movements magnified. One of the boys had a
limp, and the other   two were skinny and ragged. If
necessary she could fly away, but then they might tell somebody who
would tell somebody, and that person might alert the cops, or worse
the news reporters. Shaking her head, she knew she would have to
make a run across the entire lane without being spotted. There was
absolutely no chance of that, since the lane wasn’t really a lane
but a huge, open space with concrete walls.   
    “ Damn,”
Kurma whispered as she dashed from behind the old car and across
the lane, right in front of the three boys’ line of
sight.   
    “ Do you
see this?” asked the tallest boy.   
    “ What is
that!” screamed one of the others.   
    “ Let’s
get it. Come on, y’all. Catch it!” said the
third.   
    Kurma heard the three
little stooges running behind her, trying to catch her. She was too
fast though, and way long gone. With the agility of a cat, she used
her claw-like hands to climb the concrete walls and her
sharp-nailed feet to tear into the sides so she wouldn’t
fall.   
    “ You
guys see that?” one of the boys cried out. “Get this on camera. We
gonna be famous!”   
    “ Try and
climb up after it.”   
    “ Are you
crazy? What am I gonna do with it once I climb up
there?”   
    “ I’ll do
it,” proclaimed a voice.   
    How these boys could be so
stupid, Kurma had no clue. If she had found something that looked
like her, she would have been running the other way, not toward it.
Boys were made up of different chromosomes, though, and they tended
to think after, not before.     
    Kurma made it to the top
of the wall and felt the earth beneath her feet. In front of her
was another gate, fencing off Minister’s Lane from things such as
the three stooges below. She turned and saw the boy with the bad
leg trying to climb the wall.   
    “ Look,
it’s looking at us,” said one of the other boys. He had curly hair
and green eyes, and jagged teeth. “You see how big that thing
is?”   
    “ It
looks like a lizard. A big ol’ white lizard,” said the other one
still on the ground.   
    After a good attempt, the
boy with the bad leg stopped trying to climb up the wall and
returned to stand with his friends. He gazed up at Kurma, who was
looking down at them. “No it doesn’t, you moron. It looks like an
oversized bat. You see? It has wings. It must have gotten bit by a
bat and turned into Batman.”   
    “ And you
call me a moron,” one of the others said, and both laughed at the
boy with the bad leg.   
    Kurma turned to leave. On
the other side of the gate was Dover Square Park, and there
wouldn’t be any annoying little boys there who would insult her by
calling her a lizard. If anything the bums in the park would be so
stoned and drunk that the sight of her would be a mediocre surprise
at best.   
    Kurma smelled pine trees
as she crossed into the park. This was