Not A Creature
When Martha neared the thing, she realized it wasn’t a creature at all – it was a child, just a little girl, not an alien. Martha gently herded her into the chair for a haircut, and with a nod, the girl took off the hoodie.
Whatever was on top of the girl’s head was the weirdest thing Martha had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t even figure out what she was looking at.
Breathing sharply, she glanced around the salon, checking if her clients were seeing the same thing.