2. The Witch’s Bar

Squid rarely used taxis. The last time she did, it just about started a race war between werewolves and goblins. So, taxis were out and she was not going to explain it further. Bikes were an absolute menace whether or not one was riding them or beside them. Her motorcycle was in the shop after…

1. The Incessant Ticking of a Chattering Ghost

Whenever the ghost actually shut up for a few blissful moments, Squid could take that time to center herself. She sat on the bed, legs crossed, eyes closed as she took in deep breaths. On days like this, when the world was pretending to behave, she could have a microsecond of a moment for herself.…