22. snapshots
When she was fifteen, the horn began to grow.
In the center of her forehead, spiraling out two, three feet-three feet and four inches. It would glow in the dusk of twilight and it glittered in the rain. Of purest, incadescent white, it suggested promise and encouraged wonder.
The people of her town marveled at this miracle. Just why did such an ordinary girl grow a unicorn’s horn? Was this a sign of a great blessing, of further magic to come? People traveled from miles away to witness this strange girl who evoked such dreamy optimism.
She told no one about the second set of teeth growing in behind her first. Serrated like a shark’s, she wanted those to be a real surprise.