Taylor Hearing

“I heard something,” I said.

My hearing was normally only a little better than that of a normal humans; things were too hectic and loud in the normal course of the day for me to let the sounds of hundreds of kids, air conditioners and people going to the bathroom to assault my ears.

Now I rolled the window down, and I let the ear that was facing away from him to grow to the full size of the cave creature. He slowed the car down, and I grimaced.

I could hear the sounds of footsteps running beside us and heavy panting. Whatever it was, it sounded bigger than human, and it sounded like it was getting closer despite the fact that we were still going over thirty miles an hour.

“Speed up,” I said. “Something is catching up to us.”

I’d have to figure out how to get the fact that I was sensing something that he couldn’t even with the music on and the heater up from showing up in his report. Most likely I’d lie and say that whatever it was howled or gave out some kind of hunting cry.

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