Mannequin

I swallowed, partially to check that my throat really hadn’t been cut.  My costume had saved me.  I wished the gathered onlookers hadn’t witnessed the scene.  It would have been better if the bugs had blocked their line of sight, as their noises of fear and alarm were going to get his attention.

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My baton went flying out of my grip, but the blades stopped.  My heart sank as I saw them begin to rotate again, slowly.

Plague 12.7