Claws

“It was a drizzly evening.

I was riding my motorcycle home when in the darkness, saw a woman by the edge of the road.

I stopped, offered her a lift.

Thankful, she asked that I drop her at the bus stop.

I agreed.

As she alighted, she lifted her long skirt. She had no shoes. On where her feet should have been were claws.

Shocked, I quickly shot off!

I guess that’s how I crashed.”

“Claws?” the nurse asked.

“Sharp like those of a lion," I answered, “I know what I saw.”

She lifted her scrubs.

“ Like these ones?”