[ WP ] You look out at the bright lights of the city and wonder how you ever grew up .

She looked out at the lights of the bay, the ships' shimmering wakes leaving memories in mist of their disturbance as they toiled along, their paths meaningless, names like *Sunshine Trawler* and *Randy Catch* forgotten before she decided not to care. The skyscrapers dotted the horizon across the bay, their weak lights beginning to show through the dimming evening sun. She stood under the awning of an old glass factory, salt crunching under her boots, and the rows of buildings behind her trailed into a blend of humanity so dense it blurred comprehensibility. 
 
 It was bitter cold. She drew on her cigarette, held it, released slowly. 
 
 Tracing her finger through the sky, arcing over the water and those fading boats she traced the silhouette of a spaceship, she curled her finger and dotted the windows in. It had warped and slid and beamed a thousand-million light years from an explosive nightmare in the depths of a void that she did not see but knew completely and was alone in understanding. The spaceship danced in the sky lazily bouncing from rooftop to treeline and she followed it running and shouting. 
 
 When the spaceship came to the freeway underpass it paused, pulsing softly, opened a port, and lasered a masturbating homeless man into oblivion. Then scooted off behind the nearby Costco, to return again when summoned. 
 
 She stood, body half sunlit, sagging to one side. Her legs were getting cold in the shadow of the overpass that she shared with the vaporized remains of the homeless man, his death-motes visibly flitting in the dancing penumbra cast by the passing cars above. She whistled a secret whistle. 
 
 A bark. She smiled and bodily looked around, and there, running up second avenue, fur matted, tail whipping so hard it parted the street trash a yard around him, came her boy. He was *big, * brown, ugly, and carried a nasty red scar from his forehead to his nose. It throbbed when he was mad and glowed when he was happy. `` Fruit Loops!'' She screamed and his body convulsed weirdly with each tail wag as they collided in a furry, dirty hug. They separated quickly and Fruit Loops craned his head around and pulled a bundle from under a lump of stinking hair. She took it out and unfolded her polar bear fur parka and boots, and her black seal skin tights. 
 
 They were down to business, tracking their prey, walking knee deep in snow, avoiding dangerous crevasses and weak spots in the oily black ice that would mean their death if they fell in. They were careful to avoid to massive herds of jumping narwhals that sprang from pool to pool, shiny and angry, honking aggressively as they flew by, tails flicking, water splashing from their white slick bodies, their faces permanently laughing on their round melon heads. Some had their long unicorn tooth, some did n't. She barely paused to look at them, but waited for a break in their leaping commute. She sprinted through a small opening as they screamed and honked at her, a few narwhals even managed to turn in mid-jump to avoid her, but crashed into each other with deafening groans, as Fruit Loops dodged and wound between them. 
 
 She did n't mind the narwhals. They were shouting at each other, their breath clouding the air. Neither did Fruit Loops. The important thing was that the trail had picked up. The Sasquatch had retreated to his cave, but he'd made a mistake. The baby fox he had caught for dinner was bleeding, and it left an easy trail to follow in the bright snow of the afternoon. Usually the'squatch would stop and drink the baby fox's blood, but he must have known that she was on his trail. It gave her satisfaction to know how afraid he was, to know that she was the hunter. Fruit Loops stopped walking as they approached a cave, its stone steps in front each made of a rock twice the size any man could move. This was the lair of the Sasquatch. Damp air evacuated the cave, rotten from flowing over the effluence that surely lined the lair of the beast. She held her nose and stepped in. 
 
 `` GET OUT!!'' Roared the beast, as she entered the cave, Fruit Loops just behind her. 
 
 `` Your days of killing baby foxes is over!'' She countered, balling her fists. Fruit Loops growled deeply. 
 
 `` Who are you? Why are you coming into my house?'' Pleaded Sasquatch, `` Please just leave now.'' 
 
 `` Promise you wo n't eat anymore baby foxes!'' She screamed. 
 
 The Sasquatch pointed at Fruit Loops, `` Oh my god is that a fucking dead rat? You did NOT just drag that thing into my fucking house you crazy asshole!'' 
 
 `` STOP EATING THE FOXES!'' 
 
 `` What? Yes, yes, no foxes! Now get the fuck out you crazy bitch!'' The Sasquatch said, pushing her out the door, and slamming it. 
 
 Fruit Loops was gone. Must've died in the fight with the Sasquatch. Narwals screamed in the distance, pleading for speed. 
 
 `` Oh well,'' she said aloud, walking up the road. The snow had melted, the narwals returned to the inky depths. Nearing her home, nestled among the rows of brick split level houses, a couple of children played on the sidewalk, drawing pictures of monsters. The woman stopped, `` You should go inside before it gets too cold,'' she said to a little girl. 
 
 `` Its okay,'' the little girl said, pointing to her picture on the ground, chalk in hand, `` My friends will keep me warm.'' 

