The deer woman looked at her watch, sighed heavily, and leaned forward to look out her Uber’s windshield. “There are no other routes?”
As much of a looker as she was, middle-aged but athletic, dressed to kill in a tight red skirt and glittering gold chains and earrings, she’d been even more imperious and impatient, and her tiger driver had had enough. “If you think walking will be faster, be my guest.”
She looked at him levelly. “You don’t want me to do that.”
He slammed on the brakes, more for show than anything else, since they were barely going five miles an hour. “Yeah, I do. Get out.”
“Fine.” She got out of the car, walked to the sidewalk, turned—
Then a loud bang, other loud bangs as his car and others on the street skidded in a sudden hurricane-force wind. As his vision cleared, he wasn’t staring at the aftermath of an explosion, he was staring at a hoof. A single, shapely hoof, dozens of feet across, the gold anklet now far above the roof of his car.
He got out of his sedan, staring up as the giantess turned and began a slow walk. BOOM. BOOM. Each step created an earthquake, leaving everything in it—cars, pedestrians, buildings—perfectly flat, below street level.
He kept staring up stupidly until his phone buzzed. What? He pulled it out.
Rating from customer Silvie M.: 3 stars. Rude, but flattened nicely.
She gave him just enough time to look up at the descending hoof and scream.
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