Wendy fished a chicken salad sandwich from the basket, reveling in the smell of the poultry through the mayonnaise and celery. She tossed the sandwich to Diane, feeling her fingernails snag on the tin foil.
“Thanks,” Diane called, catching the food. “Whoa,” she whispered, noticing the three gashes in the foil.
Wendy licked her lips as she dug in for another sandwich, tearing it apart in two great bites. Her teeth felt strange, maybe even a bit longer, but she was able to bite deeply into the meal, tearing through it easily. She finished it quickly, running her tongue over her teeth to savor the taste as her attention was once again drawn to the moon. It shone like a beacon for them all, but it seemed ten times brighter for her.
Amy swam over to the dock. “Wendy? C’mon, you gonna swim or eat all night?”
Wendy reached back to remove the elastic band holding her hair in its ponytail, and felt it snap when one of her nails contacted it. Her hair cascaded down her back, and she sighed in deep content as it touched her skin.
“Wow,” Beth gasped. “She likes that stripe motif, doesn’t she?”
Wendy turned slowly, sensuously around, and strode gracefully into the water. The other girls watched in amazement as she began swimming toward them, hypnotized by a strange gleam in her eyes.
Sat May 4 20:20:40 2002