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 The drive-in screen flickered out. Alice’s screams replaced the soundtrack as feral orange eyes glittered at the edge of the headlights. 

Joe’s brains coated the skipping record.  The detective shuddered, and Elvis crooned, "You ain’t no friend of mine" over and over again. 

"Tom’s mine!" Anne left Sally’s body in a locker, then she shoved her bloody feet into her loafers and met her mom outside the sock hop.

About Jamie

Jamie Lackey lives in Pittsburgh with her husband and their cats. She has over 160 short fiction credits, and has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and Escape Pod. She has a novella and two short story collections available from Air and Nothingness Press. In addition to writing, she spends her time reading, playing tabletop RPGs, baking, and hiking. You can find her online at

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