Foxgirl Stories

Molly got off the train, pulled her backpack tight to her shoulder, and looked around. The town wasn’t what she had expected. It was quiet. She had expected the usual mix of races, but the people who looked her way just stared. She glanced down at her sundress, bright green and clinging to her figure, and frowned. Molly fished the welcome packet out of her backpack, pulled out the brochure, and read it again: “Welcome to...