From a short story soon to be seeking a published home:
The sight of her and the new tray of cookies caught their attention. They stopped trying to break through the windows to turn their yellow eyes on her. They almost had a light of their own glowing out from under those dirty eyelids. She could see the menace and confusion in them as she walked toward them with the tray full of magic. Their hunger flowed off them like fog over a bog. Never before had their dinner come to them.
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