She leaped the cracks between the paving stones. A worm had up and died a few days before and she skirted its dried up corpse- a crusty brown smear, many times the length of her own body. The back step presented no very great obstacle to one who was used to scaling chair legs and book cases and kitchen units.
No, six times, seven times....
Unreal, storied, fabulous.
She spoke its name under her breath.-slowly- her heart beating faster than a mouses's-