Dashboard ornament

“Call me in the
morning.  I’ll come get you,” Jillian
said.

Stella rotated slowly to
look at Jillian, her head bobbing like a dashboard ornament.

“Ok” Stella said, and
looked back at Tommy.

She suddenly got very
pale and raised her hands up to her face, then she lurched forward, vomiting on
the doorstep and into the entry way. 
Tommy jumped back to avoid the splatter. 
Jillian took the opportunity to flee.

“Have a good night,” she
said stepping around Stella and hurrying down the stairs.




Lisa Loomis (Gem Rats--a novel) Available on Amazon